Lyrics
Verse 1:
Towering over his land, visions in his mind we cannot understand. He's a patron of King Arthur's court, a magician, a demon of sorts. He's a man with many a thought and many a man whose sould he has bought. The mystic, his power in vain. The king just a puppet on a chain.
Chorus:
Look into the future (2)
Look into the future for me.
Verse 2:
The people know not what is done. Blinded by truth by the one who has come. Peasents held by a lie, never knowing when they'll die. Running all, for many a year, knowing control, beinf the one, to guide the future of everyone.
Verse 3:
Alone and the cold wind blows. The rain comes heavy upon his soul. No falseness does anyone see. Blinded by poverty, no tommorow for thee.
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