Krokus - Hellraiser

The big wheel of fortune Crashed down to the ground Terror broke through' the city wall We gathered our children and ran for our lives Down in the catacomb hall No sunlight no seasons No bird song to hear. Around the small fires Fighting despair. No talk of surrender Sharpenin' our skills Waiting for the moment To strike back and win Spirit of the night You will be the guidin' light Spirit of the night You will be the guidin' light Visions of freedom are fillin' my head Dreaming of lovers by the lake Sweet scent of flowers in young maidens' hair Thanksgiving; days to celebrate No fear and no treason Laughter to hear, Songs from the children Filling the air. Nothing to stop us From taking revenge. Bringing back the treasures Of place time again Spirit of the night You will be the guidin' light Spirit of the night You will be the guidin' light You will be the guidin' light