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Text: Blue Oyster Cult. Fire Of Unknown Origin. Vengeance (The Pact).


See them standing in the foothills waiting for the kill
On wings of fear the terror sweeps into the city peace(?)

To defend, this is the pact
But when life's scorned and damage done
To avenge, this is the pact

On wings of vengeance (turnibuns) and left for the aliens (??)

To defend, this is the pact
But when life's scorned and damage done
To avenge, this is the pact

Flying over the oasis she is captured and that boy fell down

Feeling (deee)
>From the (left)
Close my eyes
And I am them
I feel I'm falling down in a deep dark pit

Put him down, the soldiers said
I'll put an arrow in his head
But the bird flew off instead
To save his master on his back she fled

Her time has come

Riding the bird, high in the saddle
She gets a chance to fulfill the pact now
As the leader swoops from the clouds
She sticks him with the sword, then she throws him down

The enemy killed, the land died
The enemy killed, the land died

To defend, this is the pact
But when life's scorned and damage done
To avenge, this is the pact