Spanish Horse - Dead Head

Breeds of gold, ride the fields

Scenes of Andalusia

A million dreams, born of fire

Stallions made of steel

The beast is rising

Straight from the deep

Apocalyptic

A Prophecy

October moon is shining bright

Lady Luck has lost

The hills have eyes, command to see

A steed of crimson fire

The game is set for war

The times of peace are over

There will be blood once more

A final sacrifice

A voyage of glory

To defend the cross

In heatwaves and hailstorm

No matter the loss

Crusaders will gather now

Heading for the East

From England they will join us

Unite to conquer the beast

Storm-rage across the land

Ablaze the Southern fury

Gathering silent towards the East

Heading for the sea

Breeds of gold, ride the fields

Scenes of Andalusia

A million dreams, born of fire

Stallions made of steel

The beast is rising

Straight from the deep

The moon is hollow

Apocalyptic sleep