Из альбома: Borrowed Time
Steely eyes of a silvery people
Walk behind me, with evil intent
Up to the tower, I stand alone
Stripped of rank before a throne I am sent
What befalls us in the heat of the night?
What befalls us in the heat of the night?
Before long, behind adamantine doors,
I taste of the wine of their joy
Through delirium of a tortured mind
Her face gave me strength to this day
What befalls us in the heat of the night?
What befalls us in the heat of the night?
In the heat of the night
But love deceived me, and in my despair
I recalled the ring once again
Born of Sorrow my cunning revives me,
And I took them with me enchained
What befalls us in the heat of the night?
What befalls us in the heat of the night?
In the heat of the night