Running Wild - Black Soul Lyrics
A scarred and rakish seadog, mysterious opacityWalks the grove, the phantom's homeCuts down firs where men would fleeWooden beams and mortar, the timber shack is taking shapeA blackened hand shines on the plateWelcome to the tavern in the groveWhere ancient spirits live and roveThe tavern has been opened, the owner is Mr. John XenirA rumor says he has second sightA chance to prove restrains their fearNight by night revealing, stares into his Crystal-ballTelling tales of past and futureWhen man was make and man will fallWelcome to the tavern in the groveWhere ancient spirits live and roveThe moon is rising high foreboding what the night will bringThe crystal-ball reveals the hidden truth at the