HIS BLEEDING VALENTINE 

In the middle of the night

He is walking out in the dark

Looking for her

Running wild like a

Vagabond traveler

His boots and his bike

covered with dust 

keep on rolling

with a gun in his holster

and bullets with her name

Hey yo!

This is where he goes for

Fighting the devils

Facing all perils

Trying to find the place;

where his Bleeding Valentine lies…

to find the place;

where his Bleeding Valentine lies…

His face is rough

and lips are dry

Born to be a man

He is now son of the Satan

Crawling in the black

With blood on his sleeves

Disavowing death

to search for his love;

once lost to the world

Hey yo!

This is where he goes for

Fighting the devils

Facing all perils

Trying to find the place;

where his Bleeding Valentine lies…

Trying to find the place;

where his Bleeding Valentine lies…

They took her away

and threw him in hell

Accused to be a sinner

Beaten and captured

They killed his innocence

for he committed the sin

of loving the king’s wife

An angel he loved since;

the time they were innocent souls

Now she’s a captured slave

to the King who conquered their place

and burnt her home…

Their love was pure

but was raped and tortured

by the masters of masquerade

The look of her eyes

that shed blood tears

still haunts his head

as he walks out of his grave

Burning and bleeding

To bring her back and make her free

Hey yo!

This is what he goes for

Fighting the devils

Facing all perils

Trying to find the place;

where his Bleeding Valentine lies…

Hey yo!

The whispers of his Bleeding valentine

calls his name

far from the underground dungeons

(for every second she cried… he felt her pain inside)

Now he is ugly and bad

With no mercy for the

Sinners who slaughtered and made her bled

Ye! Ye! Yeah!

Look he is spilling blood out of them

and everywhere its all a burning red

As he keeps riding on his horse

Shooting his shots

at the perfect spots

He is cold; He is fast

and he keeps moving just like that

Fighting the devils

Facing all perils

Trying to find the place;

where his Bleeding Valentine lies…

Listening to her whispers

crusading through all paradise and hell

to find the place;

 to take her away;

for ever

to be always;

together

This is the story once upon a time

of The Black Knight;

and His Bleeding Valentine…

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