March of the Skeletons - White Wizzard

Holy roller not some kind of sage

You’re never gonna know his patronage

On a mission to christen you insane

He’ll strike the spell deep into your brain

Destroy the night divide the day

Just an ancient astral plane

It’s menacing this spell on me

Implore the might that sings the word

His grip on you is quite absurd

Yet in it’s form can never be

Gotta get away

Don’t be led astray

You know that he’ll be back again

The march of the skeletons never opened their minds

Because the march of the skeletons led the profit to more blind

Only I know the way around the rule

You know you’ve only got your soul to lose

I can show ya the way around the pain

Once you go you won’t return again

Destroy the night divide the day

Just an ancient astral plane

It’s menacing this spell on me

Oh from the fire of wind and sea

Pound the ground that’s under me

I watch the flame that’s dancing free