Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

Why am I loved only when I'm gone? Gone back in time to bless the child Think of me long enough to make a memory Come bless the child one more time Where have all the feelings gone? I was born amidst the purple waterfalls I was weak, yet not unblessed

Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for

I feel glorious, glorious Got a chance to start again I was born for this, born for this It's who I am, how could I forget? I made it through the darkest part of the night And now I see the sunrise Now I feel glorious, glorious We gon' be alright, put

The silvern light - a stannite glow The primal night - of the darkened vault Under the welkin dark Solemn chants will soar The immemorial Songs of the wise To declare the rise Of the night-born Of glinting dew

I am Nostradamus I am the darkness Born out of light I am the force the fire That burns here tonight Bringing the future To all mankind Guider of life, of death The sight of the blind

The shape shifter I am the walker on the wind I am the eagle in the sky Howling in the night I was born of giant's blood Raised in Asgård, the home of gods I am the master of disguise For this trait I've gained your prise Fast in thought, quicker tongue

I'm a poor man's son (Poor man's son, workin' all night long) And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed you're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long Got a bad guitar and a simple

This is the night of the werewolves Run for your life This is the night Never get out alive When I'm crawling through the night God and Satan by my side And I'm haunted in the dark Sacramentum of the wild Evil born as human child

Born is the king of Israel The first Nöel, the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay tending their sheep On a cold winter's night that was so deep Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel They looked up and saw a star