The Rivalry

He was born at the shore of Greenhock in the year 1645 Ran away at the age of fourteen, to flee from his soul-killing life He signed on to sail the wild-winds But he worked down his hands and his knees He stood his test on the waters, so they said 'H

[Rolf Kasparek] Hey Mr. Man in black, no more disguise It's just a waste of time, we see through your lies You think you've ruled the world, through the endless time But on your wealthless soul, I wouldn't bet a dime When the elder drops his arm you'

The rifles are firing, the cracking of guns break the still The march of the soldiers, no mercy, no thoughts and no will They fall one by one, their blood is shed without sense Trapped in the spell of a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just stra