Text: Tad Morose. Undead. Lord On High.

I hear the priests call to the people They say the Gods need human blood
And now the crowd cries so much louder

Spells has been cast now they're waiting for me
Dazed I wait in total darkness The stone door slides open the crowds in
extacy The High Priest gives sign and I'm brought forward Temple-guards
seize me I'm forced to my knees

Fiery mad eyes staring The blade goes in The Gods are daring me to go...

On wings of might and splendour They told me I would fly A mighty ghost, no
magic Can bind me Lord on High

I shiver with fear I can take this no longer Oh Gods gather round to feast
on us all The blade poised to strike, my spirit grows stronger They hold up
the cup now my blood I shall drink

Fiery mad eyes staring The blade goes in The Gods are daring me to go ...

On wings of might and splendour They told me I would fly A mighty ghost, no
magic Can bind me Lord on High