Dark Moor - The Shadow Of The Nile lyrics
[Dark Moor - The Shadow Of The Nile lyrics]
Legends always say
The dark one makes his play
With uncautious men lie in his name
From inner egypt came don't fear his word
Don't go to his den
The strange dark one to
Whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
Worming into your mind driver you mad
Like the snake which can find what is bad
Biting with sharp teeth your frail reason
Scratching in your mind beneath
Frantic crowds are under his commands
Wild beasts follow him and lick his hands
The shadow of the Nile who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole the shadow of the Nile
In desert storms the old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms
The strange dark one to
Whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
Through the mindless void he leads you
Claws he had deployed he bleeds you
"The messenger I am know the fate:
There is not peace in the gate"
Frantic crowds are under his commands
Wild beasts follow him and lick his hands
The shadow of the Nile who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole the shadow of the Nile
In desert storms the old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms
The strange dark one to
Whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
The shadow of the Nile who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole the shadow of the Nile
In desert storms the old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms
The dark one makes his play
With uncautious men lie in his name
From inner egypt came don't fear his word
Don't go to his den
The strange dark one to
Whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
Worming into your mind driver you mad
Like the snake which can find what is bad
Biting with sharp teeth your frail reason
Scratching in your mind beneath
Frantic crowds are under his commands
Wild beasts follow him and lick his hands
The shadow of the Nile who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole the shadow of the Nile
In desert storms the old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms
The strange dark one to
Whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
Through the mindless void he leads you
Claws he had deployed he bleeds you
"The messenger I am know the fate:
There is not peace in the gate"
Frantic crowds are under his commands
Wild beasts follow him and lick his hands
The shadow of the Nile who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole the shadow of the Nile
In desert storms the old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms
The strange dark one to
Whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
The shadow of the Nile who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole the shadow of the Nile
In desert storms the old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms