Текст песни Running Wild - White Masque
Running Wild - White Masque слова песни
Cracking the whip, horses running fastThe hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they castThe coach is rushing through the haze of the nightDarkness everywhere and no "White Masque" in sightHard pounding hooves, the mud`s flying highDeep panting, throats running dryThe sharp biting chill is freezing their breathBut the tottering coach is beating its pathInvincible blazeWhite masked faceDepriving the scourgeDreadful mirageBlazing the wrath with the union of the "white Masque"The lords and the marquises they`re just running scaredMysterious force, phantoms of the dark nightHunting the evil that hides in its lairA dark and capped silhouette`s in the hazeA covered phenomenon with a mask on his facePistol and sword, the coach has to stopThe marquis knows well that he`ll lose what he`s gotInvincible blazeWhite masked faceDepriving the scourgeDreadful mirageBlazing the wrath with the union of the "white Masque"The lords and the marquises they`re just running scaredMysterious force, phantoms of the dark nightHunting the evil that hides in its lair