By the forest road through the dark woods
A wagon made its way, painted it was;
Strange symbols and a celtic cross,
Skulls on doors by each side.
As soon as the boots
Touched the ground,
Greetings to dark forces,
Hide yourselves, fiends!
Richard Gordon is a good guy!
He is always ready to help everyone!
He steadily believes in his doings,
And he will fight
Without a single doubt.
He drove through Europe for a lot of years,
By following the paths of legends he made his way.
Bible in the coat and an old crossbow
The mysteries of eld he wishes to discover
Sometimes folks speak
About odd things,
But nothing of that
Was ever really true.
But he believes in such stories
About witches in the woods and warlocks.
He does not fear their curses,
For he has always a high spirit!
He does not allow himself to doubt the fact
That evil rises when the moon is in the sky.
But there are no trophies in that wagon,
Only a horn of a goat and fangs of a boar.
The fears that
You can not explain,
Are bringing to life
Superstitions!
In manuscripts, the secrets of ancients
As always are full of mysticism,
Sound minds are demanding
Reliable explanations.