Saturday, January 12, 2008

Black Sabbath – Iron Man

Has he lost his mind?

Can he see or is he blind?

Can he walk at all,

Or if he moves will he fall?

Is he alive or dead?

Has he thoughts within his head?

We'll just pass him there

why should we even care?

He was turned to steel

in the great magnetic field

Where he travelled time

for the future of mankind

Nobody wants him

He just stares at the world

Planning his vengeance

that he will soon unfold

Now the time is here

for Iron Man to spread fear

Vengeance from the grave

Kills the people he once saved

Nobody wants him

They just turn their heads

Nobody helps him

Now he has his revenge

Heavy boots of lead

fills his victims full of dread

Running as fast as they can

Iron Man lives again!

Guardian Angel by Rolf Jacobson.

I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning, and your companion whom you cannot know, the blossoms that light up the blind. I am the glaciers' crest above the forest, the dazzling one, and the brass voices from cathedral towers. The thought that suddenly comes over you at midday and fills you with singular happiness. I am the one you loved long ago. I walk along side you by day and look intently at you, and put my mouth on your heart but you don't know it. I am your third arm and your second shadow, the white one, whom you don't have the heart for, and who cannot ever forget you.

Black Sabbath – War Pigs

 

Generals gathered in their masses,

just like witches at black masses.

Evil minds that plot destruction,

sorcerers of death's construction.

In the fields the bodies burning,

as the war machine keeps turning.

Death and hatred to mankind,

poisoning their brainwashed minds.

Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away.

They only started the war.

Why should they go out to fight?

They leave that role to the poor, yeah.

Time will tell on their power minds,

making war just for fun.

Treating people just like pawns in chess,

wait till their judgement day comes, yeah.

Now in darkness world stops turning,

ashes where the bodies burning.

No more War Pigs have the power,

Hand of God has struck the hour.

Day of judgement, God is calling,

on their knees the war pigs crawling.

Begging mercies for their sins,

Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.

Oh lord, yeah!

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