Lyrics Spanish Horse - Dead Head

Spanish Horse

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