i am a man who walks alone and when i'm walking a dark road at night or strolling through the park and when the light begins to change i sometimes feel a little strange a little anxious when it's dark fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a constant fear that something's always near fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a phobia that someone's always there have you run your fingers down the wall and have you felt your neck skin crawl when you were searching for the light sometimes when you're scared to take a look at the corner of the room you've sensed that something's watching you fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a constant fear that something's always near fear of the dark fear of the dark i have a phobia that someone's always there have you ever been alone at night thought you heard footsteps behind and turned around and no one's there? and as you quicken up your pace you find it hard to look again because you're sure there's someone there fear of

hear the rime of the ancient mariner see his eyes as he stops one of three mesmerize is one of the wedding guests stay here and listen to the nightmare of the sea and the music plays on as the bride passes by caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale driven south to the land of snow and ice to a place where nobody's been through the snow fog flies on the albatross hailed in god's name hoping good luck it brings and the ships sails on back to the north through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on the mariner kills the bird of good omen his shipmates cry against what he's done but when the fog clears they justify him and make themselves a part of the crime sailing on and on and north across the sea sailing on and on and north 'till all is calm the albatross begins with its vengeance a terrible curse a thirst has begun his shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner about his neck the dead bird is hung and the curse goes on and on and on at sea and the

white man came across the sea he brought us pain and misery killed our tribes killed our creed he took our game for his own need we fought him hard we fought him well out on the plains we gave him hell but many came too much for cree oh will we ever be set free riding through dustclouds and barren wastes galloping hard on the plains chasing the redskins back to their holes fighting them at their own game murder for freedom a stab in the back women and children and cowards attack run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives soldier blue on the barren wastes hunting and killing's their game raping the women wasting the men only good indians are tame selling them whisky and taking their gold enslaving the young and destroying the old run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives

love is a razor and i walked the line on that silver blade slept in the dust with his daughter her eyes red with slaughter of innocence but i will pray for her i will call her name out loud i would bleed for her if only i could see her now living on a razor's edge balancing on a ledge living on a razor's edge balancing on a ledge balancing on a ledge living on a razor's edge balancing on a ledge you know you know the evil that men do lives on and on the evil that men do lives on and on the evil that men do lives on and on the evil that men do lives on and on circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems the seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me but i will pray for you and some day i may return don't you cry for me beyond is where i learn living on a razor's edge balancing on a ledge living on a razor's edge you know you know the evil that men do lives on and on the evil that men do lives on and on the evil that men do lives on and on the evil

you'll take my life but i'll take yours too you'll fire your musket but i'll run you through so when you're waiting for the next attack you'd better stand there's no turning back the bugle sounds and the charge begins but on this battlefield no one wins the smell of acrid smoke and horses breath as i plunge on into certain death ooooooooo ooooooooo the horse he sweats with fear we break to run the mighty roar of the russian guns and as we race towards the human wall the screams of pain as my comrades fall we hurdle bodies that lay on the ground and the russians fire another round we get so near yet so far away we won't live to fight another day ooooooooo ooooooooo we get so close near enough to fight when a russian gets me in his sights he pulls the trigger and i feel the blow a burst of rounds take my horse below and as i lay there gazing at the sky my body's numb and my throat is dry and as i lay forgotten and alone without a tear i draw my parting groan