Bill Muir

Go on, if you want it.
An otherworld awaits you.
Don't you give up on it.
You bite the hand that feeds you.

All alone, cold fields you wander.
Memories of it, cloud your sight,
Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber.
Lost your way, a fallen knight...

Hold now, aim is steady.
An otherworld awaits you.
One thousand years -- you ready?
The otherworld it takes you.

Go into the sand and the dust in the sky. Go now, there's no better plan than to do or to die. Free me, pray to the fayth, in the face of the light. Feed me, fill me with sin, and get ready to fight.

You know you will, you know you will,
You know, you know, you know,
You know that you will,
You know, you know, you know,
You know that you will,
You know you will
Fight, fight, fight,
Fight, fight, fight,
Fight, fight, fight,
Fight, fight, fight!

Hope dies and you wander.
The otherworld it makes you.
Dreams, they rip asunder.
The otherworld it hates you.
Free now, ride up on it.
Up to the heights it takes you.
Go on, if you want it.
An otherworld awaits you.