Тексты песни «The Wicker Man»

Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do Your tongue has frozen now you\'ve got something to say The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way...

Swallow my fear, this land Godforsaken Follow the cross, to this crass christless haven On bended knee, you worship the carnal To pleasure your gods, your sad graven idols Burn bright Sacrifice my life Purify this...

The rain pours down with pain, dampening the straws of hay Flowing down my face, mingling with tears Tears of despair and rage, years of emptiness and hate Soon swept away by the flames, mouldering ashes All that...