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The cold night draws closer, in hope we remain

of a musical mystery to drive us insane

We wait for his coming, the bard tarries long

as he gathers new tales for an ancient song

Words of love, songs of desire

Tall tales, myths and legends...

the minstrel of the Moor

Tireless footsteps, tread on through the gloom

lonely and haggard he carries our doom

A herald of sin is how he appears

distant and lonely, a vessel of tears

Words of love, songs of desire

Tall tales, myths and legends...

the minstrel of the Moor

Vile melodies of doom we're cursed to recall

Sorrow and death: the fate of us all

Long fingers pulling at the strings of our hearts

The tale is unravelled, we all play our part

Gods and heroes, stone crosses and cysts

Cold rolling hills caressed by the mist

Words of love, songs of desire

Tall tales, myths and legends...

the minstrel of the Moor

We cursed the horizon as we danced to his tune

Screaming wildly in the light of the moon