Les fans d’heroïc fantasy et de jeux de rôle devraient aimer ce texte. Musicalement, j’étais à mi-chemin entre Uriah Heep et Black Sabbath.

Somenights the wind carries

The voices of the shadows

Who are telling a story

A memory looms from the past

To remember me the sorrows

I hope that should be the last

 

The memory of a trouble night

When Lady Death has been raped

The memory of a damned night

When my spirit has been trapped

Close the doors of you dungeons

Don’t let enter the demons

 

        Close your doors

        He’s coming back

        The King with no name

        Close your eyes

        He’s on the stake

        The King with no name

 

What had happened in the coven ?

An alchemist was on the druid’s rock

Look with me to the past

And forget the time’s screen of smog

You don’t know who, why ‘n when

You only know that comes from past

 

Oh-oh-oh… (ad lib in a mariner style)

 

Lightened by his oil lamp

The wizard prepares tools

Necessary to his work :

the wizard’s book of spells,

The milestoe, the druid’s lamp

And the powder of moon rock

 

When the bell rings Mindnight

Hi old desire is granted

But from the druid’s rock

Rise an enormous stake

Lightening a vile spirit

Laughing in the night

 

        Close your doors

        He’s coming back

        The King with no name

        Close your eyes

        He’s on the stake

        The King with no name

 

And each full moon night

The spirit rises for fresh blood…

Illustration : Daniel C. Muriot, tous droits réservés.