September Black - Nils Patrik Johansson

Freedom, freedom, why can’t you hear me?

Raging, crying into the light

Preacher, preacher, you hang by the wire

Strider, strider, it’s time to attack

Gospels of death in my brain

Disciples of old ancient pain

For the lord of paradise

It’s time to clear the way

They came to fight

For medals of gold

The spirit was high

Blessed be thy brave

A legacy to carry on

The memory will be saved

They came to fight like champions

But met September Black

September Black

Hostile, ransom, madness eternal

Hold me, drag me out of the light

Demon, demon, you are the torture

Laughing, spewing into my mind

Religion has nothing to say

The ignorant will have to pay

What is right and what is wrong

My son, no need to cry

They came to fight

For medals of gold

The spirit was high

Blessed be thy brave

A legacy to carry on

The memory will be saved

They came to fight like Champions

But met September Black

A game for sports, had no idea that they would die

Just friendly games but soon men and women cried

Forever your memory will shine

If you’re a teacher, here’s a lesson to be learned

Don’t try to reach the sun, your wings will be burned

In anger and fire and flames

Take care of that two headed monster

A creature eating up the earth

The dogs and the cats and the rats and the gators

Zombies pressing red alert

There is fire but no water

Many lambs here, but no slaughter

If you do the ranger’s daughter

You’re closer to Heaven than to Hell

They came to fight

For medals of gold

The spirit was high

Blessed be thy brave

A legacy to carry on

The memory will be saved

They came to fight like champions

Black September

They came to fight

For medals of gold

The spirit was high

Blessed be thy brave

A legacy to carry on

The memory will be saved

They came to fight like champions

But met September, met September Black

September Black