18. Black Heart

In the Winter Spray of Oceans Waves
There Lies a Curse That Has No Grave
That Seeks for Men's Bounty
in Places Paved with Gold
in Only a Place
That the Black Heart Knows
When the High Seas Come Crashing down
Toppling Their Lofty Crowns
There I Am
Waiting for the Sound of Their Heartbeats
in the Places Where Their Soul Bleeds
Yeah
All I Need Is Another Black Heart to Feed
a Place to Plant My Wicked Seed
in the Places the Soul Bleeds
Oh Yeah
If You Are to Climb the Mountain High
Take Heed of the Rain in the Sky
When the Waves Come Crashing down
First You Gasp
and Then You Die
Oh Yeah
I'm Still Waiting
Waiting for the Sound of Their Heartbeats
to Find a Place for My Wicked Seed
Oh Yeah
I Have Come to Give Them Black Heart's Desire
Rolling with the Wind and Burning with the Fire
Oh Yeah
Sitting in Their Lofty Rooms
Spelling out impending Doom
Coming Forth .....As Fruit of the Womb
in the Places Where the Soul Bleeds
Another Black Heart Is What I Need
a Place to Plant My Wicked Seed
Oh Yeah They Walk in Places Paved with Gold
Where Men and Women Sell Their Souls
High and Mountainous Cities of Old
There You Are Still I Wait with My Keys
with My Keys to the Gate
Oh Yeah with My Keys to the Gate
Listening for the Sounds of Their Heartbeats
Waiting for a Place to Plant My Wicked Seed
Oh Yeah