Alba s touto skladbou:
Machine,
Dead beat wanderers, tramps from far away
Come and stay for a drink or two
Rest your wearied feet take off shabby shroud
Have a sip of our fine home brew
Leave your troubles out – frosty rain or drought
Our hostelry waits for you
No one wants your name, you may hide your face
We’ll close eyes if you want us to
You don’t need your gems, gold or silver chains
With a song you’ll pay what’s due
Theme is up to you whether lie or true
Eyewitness or out of blue
Sing us your song that drives away sleep
Hold on spell until the morning redeems
Weave dreams that no one else can see
Sing your song, your heart to us reveal
Dark tales of fear that will chill our bones
Terror and fright with demonic might in ghastly tune
Sear deadly land tearful cries and moans
Under the bane all prayers in vain can’t change their doom
Oooh hear them cry
Oooh doomed to…
Die, streams of blood water withered soil
Heroes are dead or cowardly fled back to their holes
People in rags sick from painful toil
Only a dirge does sound from the church in broken chords
Oooh demons in rage
Oooh now turn the page
Sing us softly and still
Soothe and calm our minds that dark gloom seized
Sing and we will follow your storyline
We’re ready to hear song of morning sky
Dew drops like tears
Dawning sunrays bright
Sweet smelling breeze
And birds they sing and flowers bloom
And people laugh as they dance down the street
To greet the spring with strings and flutes
To celebrate cruel winter’s defeat
Back to nightmare forces in their wake
Lightning and hale, loud thunder and wail in dead of night
Screams in the air chanting words of plague
Pestilence, war all ground stained with gore of those who fight
Oooh no hope you bring
Oooh don’t stop and…
