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I’m a stranger,these strangers I call friends

we march together to the promised land

we follow our fate on this everlasting day

but winds of the West swept the truth away

Eyes are bleeding and burning like fire

for the shining sun is our only guide

“we must face Satan,give praise to the Lord”

we can’t even remember who we’re dying for

I know that another age will come

we’ll belive until the night will fall

Take the path of the ground

when the gates of Eden will be found

Take the path of the ground

before the call of the dawn

Somewhere under the ground

we’ll be the memory of a town

Take the path of the ground

for gates of Hell must be found

Listen to my story

about the price we pay for glory

listen to the song of time

To the sun we ride

through rivers of white light

from the sun we’re going to hide

To the sun we march

waiting for the dark

at last we feel the shadows nigh

I know another time is near

now that we are blind everything is so clear

stars have never been so dark

scars become the devil’s mark

I’m a stranger these strangers I call friends

now my ballad’s coming to an end

neither knowing nor needing to know

why we’re just pilgrims but we feel like crows

In the middle of this sacred circle we invoke the God of Dusk

while mists of ashes surround our eyes like a macabre mask

chorus:”God of Dusk bless this mound”

We dance the dance of time,its dust is running through my veins

soon,under cover of darkness we will creep across the land

the only lights that we can stand are the thunderbolts and stars

for they’re the words of darkness tearing the sky apart.

Take the path of the ground

inside this wicked temple mound

Take the path of the ground

before the coming of dawn

Somewhere under the ground

we’ll be the memory of a town

Take the path of the ground

for the gates of Hell have been found