Dark Moor - The Chariot

Riding through the Earth in the chariot making fun of Death. Falling like a star in the chariot one last time so far. Scattering the strength in my hand Regretful for the words unsaid But young contest me there's no place for pain Master mysterious reveals minds of sad [chorus:] Riding through the Earth in the chariot making fun of death falling like a star in the chariot one last time so far I feel I m a fall through the times crying for my soul I see I m a fall into darkness out of all control Bound, forever in despair confusion in my glare the crusade for the faith and desire some blind obsession scent of eagerness spirits in mourning that the souls possess [chorus] [choir:] Riding with no reins controlling white horses riding with no reins commanding without chains Could be the danger could be certainty turned on the best side it s always mighty seven the number triumph in my spirit hunger for glory lightful and eerie will I find it all? [choir] [chorus]