Текст песни Dark Moor - The Shadow Of The Nile
Dark Moor - The Shadow Of The Nile слова песни
Legends always sayThe dark one makes his playWith uncautious menLie in his nameFrom inner egypt cameDon`t fear his wordDon`t go to his denThe strange dark one to whom the fellahs bowedSilent and lean cryptically proudWorming into your mindDriver you madLike the snake which can findWhat is badBiting with sharp teethYour frail reasonScratching in your mind beneathFrantic crowds are under his commandsWild beasts follow him and lick his handsThe shadow of the NileWho gnaws your soulThe bright of black smileThat your mind stoleThe shadow of the NileIn desert stormsThe old one who beguilesTakes diverse formsThrough the mindless voidHe leads youClaws he had deployedHe bleeds you"The messenger I amKnow the fate:There is not peace in the gate"