Songtext von Man Of Miracles

He was a man of miracles Fighting the solar windstorm A winged horse guides his way Oracle of the ancient midnight Calls forth everlasting pain And I know, yes I know He was a man of miracles Riding golden meteorites Ruler of distant galaxies Born of the northern lights Of the northern lights Sorcerer of the dark moon Who dare incur his rage? First child of the scorpion Prophet of the crystal age And I know, yes I know He was a man of miracles Riding golden meteorites Ruler of distant galaxies Born of the northern lights Of the northern lights He was a man of miracles