White Masque
Музыка: Rolf Kasparek
Текст: Rolf Kasparek
Cracking the whip, horses running fast.
The hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they cast.
The coach is rushing through the haze of the night.
Darkness everywhere and no "White Masque" in sight.
Hard pounding hooves, the mud's flying high.
Deep panting breath, throats running dry.
The sharp biting chill is freezing their breath.
But the tottering coach is beating its path.
PRECHORUS:
Invincible blaze.
White masked face.
Depriving the scourge.
Dreadful mirage.
CHORUS:
Blazing the wrath with the union of the "White Masque".
The lords and marquises - they just running scared.
Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night.
Hunting the evil that hides in its lair.
A dark and caped silhouette's in the haze.
A covered phenomenon with a mask on his face.
Pistol and sword, the coach has to stop.
The marquis knows well, that he'll lose what he's got.
PRECHORUS:
Invincible blaze.
White masked face.
Depriving the scourge.
Dreadful mirage.
CHORUS:
Blazing the wrath with, the union of the "White Masque".
The lords and marquises - they just running feared.
Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night.
Hunting the evil that hides in its lair.
(SOLO)
Cracking the whip, horses running fast
The hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they cast
The coach is rushing, through the haze of the night
Darkness everywhere and no "White Masque" in sight
PRECHORUS:
Invincible blaze.
White masked face.
Depriving the scourge.
Dreadful mirage.
CHORUS (2x):
Blazing the wrath with the union of the "White Masque".
The lords and marquises - they just running feared.
Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night.
Hunting the evil that hides in its lair.
