Lirama

  (R. Friedman/J. Demaio)
  (narration:Orson Welles)

   He broke the Laws of the elder
   So they blocked out his eye
   Took his land and fortune
   Left him to die

   Bound on the shoreline
   Left for the tide
   Sees life blood fleeding
   Circuling lower the vultures fly

   The bones may be broken
   But the spirit can't die
   And the Gods sees his anguish
   And give him a sign

   From the floor of the ocean
   The ship of the Lost souls arise
   And they take him away, where no one sleeps when the undead cry
   Where no one sleeps when the undead cry

   And in the world above
   The elders sing
   On his land they live
   Let death bell ring

Narration:
          He was met at the gate of Hades
          At the Guardian of the Lost Souls
          The Keeper of the Unavenged
          And He did say to him:
          "Let him not pass
          Abaddon
          But return to the world
          From whence he came
          And seek payment
          Not only for thine own anguish
          But vindicate the souls
          of The Unavenged"

          And they placed to his hand
          A sword
          Made for him
          Called: Vengeance
          Forged in brimstone
          And tempered
          By the woeful tears of the Unavenged
          And to carry him upon on his journey
          Back to the upper world
          They brought forth
          Their Demon horse
          Called: Black Death
          A grim steed
          So fierce in might
          And black in colour
          That he could stand as one in darkness
          Safe from his burning eyes
          In crimson fire
          And that night
          They rode up from Hell
          The pounding from his hoofs
          Did clap like thunder !

Chorus:
       Burning, death, destruction
       Raping the daughters and wives
       In blood I take my payment
       In full with they lives

   No one can escape me
   On Black Death I ride
   When kissed by the sword of Vengeance
   Your head lays there by your side
   I take the lives of all that I once knew
   A torn flesh of a slow death waits for you

Chorus:
       Burning, death, destruction
       Raping the daughters and wives
       In blood I take my payment
       In full with they lives

   I spare that land of servants
   My wake is slow death
   I take their wives and daughters
   They stand there watching, watching
   Hoping to buy their lives
   But when I'm through they know they must pay

Chorus:
       Burning, death, destruction
       Raping the daughters and wives
       In blood I take my payment
       In full with they lives
       With they lives
       With they lives
       With they lives