The Spirit Is Gone
somewhere in time - on through the night
among the living our forces allied
denim and leather - hellbound forever
riding the lightning to praise - the day ...
hell awaits - as he broke the oath
judas the sinner was fighting the world
the iron fist - of heaven and hell
showing no mercy to him - no way! ...
he is alive - believes to tell the wrong from right
but in fact he lost his mind - in a world of black and white
burning all the witches seems to him the only way
in the end he is the one to burn at his own stake
no prophet of steel - no hammer to fall
can break down the jericho wall after all
restless and wild - the beast inside
screaming for vengeance again - today ...
he is alive - believes to tell the wrong from right
but in fact he lost his mind - in a world of black and white
burning all the witches seems to him the only way
in the end he is the one to burn at his own stake
the poisoned pen scared once too deep
now he's a wolf among the sheep
he was so true without a sin
now truth is something strange to him
one for all and all for one
the same ideals we marked upon
but nevermore like yesterday
the spirit he once kept has gone away...
he is alive - believes to tell the wrong from right
but in fact he lost his mind - in a world of black and white
burning all the witches seems to him the only way
in the end he is the one to burn at his own stake