Tekster:
Blue Oyster Cult Cultosaurus Erectus

I have this feeling that my luck is none too good This sword here at my side don't act the way it should Keeps calling me its master, but I feel like

Blood of bat, tail of newt Wing of metal, gold or steel Fight of health, flash of pain Staff of life, or poison rain If he really thinks we're the devil

Sometimes it feels like ya' can't get enough My buddys and me keep lookin' for the stuff To make us feel the blood rushin' through our veins Just to

Keep going getting higher New worlds waiting in the sky To escape the feasting and the hunger Not the monsters in our minds We got our hands on this

There was no light, shining through the window As Margaret lie in bed She was wearing her cotton pajamas A crucifix above her head She awoke from a