Satan's Host - Metal Inquisitor

Up into the dying tree

Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on foreign lands

«Crime, doesn’t pay» what the preacher told

Time, fight against four walls

Ride, there is no moment to lose for the — Satan’s Host

To where the roads on either hand

Lead onward to fairy land

Where the monsters run to hide

And all the playthings come alive

«Crime, doesn’t pay» what the preacher told

Time, fight against four walls

Ride, there is no moment to lose for the — Satan’s Host

Up into the dying tree

Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on foreign lands

«Crime, doesn’t pay» what the preacher told

Time, fight against four walls

Ride, there is no moment to lose for the — Satan’s Host