Текст (слова) песни: Black Sabbath - Lord Of This World
You`re searching for your mind don`t know where to start Can`t find the key to fit the lock on your heart You think you know but you are never quite sure Your soul is ill but you will not find a cure
Your world was made for you by someone above But you chose evil ways instead of love You made me master of the world where you exist The soul I took from you was not even missed
Lord of this world Evil possessor Lord of this world He`s your confessor now!
You think you`re innocent you`ve nothing to fear You don`t know me, you said, but isn`t it clear? You turn to me in all your wordly greed and pride But will you turn to me when it`s your turn to die? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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