Blackmore's Night Keeper Of The Flame
Once was a legend of old In the time of days long ago The clattering beat of a horse on the street He appeared from the fog like a ghost
I could feel him heading this way A storm was filling the air If the truth be told, when the winds blow cold They are warning you to beware
No, the wild cannot be tamed Keeper of the flame
We wondered what devil is this Who appears from out of the mist With a crack of a whip, and a wave of his fist He was cursed and I was bewitched
Haunted by seeing his face Through the mirror the smoke and the haze So hard to see, through the dark mystery The illusion was part of the game
Be careful of what you wish for And make sure when it knocks at your door It's what you need, not some fantasy That will haunt you forever more
Let it be what you need, not some fantasy That will haunt you forever more
