Текст песни Black Sabbath - Lord Of This World
Black Sabbath - Lord Of This World слова песни
You`re searching for your mind don`t know where to startCan`t find the key to fit the lock on your heartYou think you know but you are never quite sureYour soul is ill but you will not find a cureYour world was made for you by someone aboveBut you chose evil ways instead of loveYou made me master of the world where you existThe soul I took from you was not even missedLord of this worldEvil possessorLord of this worldHe`s your confessor now!You think you`re innocent you`ve nothing to fearYou don`t know me, you said, but isn`t it clear?You turn to me in all your wordly greed and prideBut will you turn to me when it`s your turn to die?--------------------------------------------------------------------------------