Magic Man - Kick Axe

The smell of a fiest was in the air

And street merchants everywhere

In the caverns brave men told stories

Of mystic lands and magic glories

In his flowing robes he stood, high above the crowd

Cold blue eyes on fire, stared confident and proud

He raised his hands to the sky, and brought lots of power down

His deeds brought victory and we stole the kings crown

In the shadows of the morning light

The soldiers rest from a days long fight

And 'round the campfire tall tales are told

Of mystical wonders and days of old

High up top the mountain

His words reached us all

«I am the chosen one and must answer their call»

On a winged charriot of fire, he travelled across the planes

To an unknown destiny and there he still remains

He was a magic man

Nothing could stand in his way

Be warned disbelievers

Of the powers of yesterday

He was a magic man

Holy fighter in an ancient war

Only light in the darkness shining forever more

Shining, forever more… he was a magic man

A light in the darkness, shining, shining forever more

The powers of yesterday, nothing can stand in his way

He was a magic man…