Woorden: The Cult. Black Angel.

A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years and now he thinks of home
The long men are waiting in their wings
To put him in chains upon his return

Emptiness his bitterness is gone
Journey on to the eternal reward

It's a long way to go, a black angel at your side
It's a long way to go, a black angel at your side

The sirens call a sailor to die
Enchanted by the sound, his desires have been found
In his mind his life is rushing by
All this while the storm it rages on

He?s turning old, he shall never return
Sail on to the eternal reward

It's a long way to go, a black angel at your side
It's a long way to go, with an angel at your side
It's a long way to go, with the reaper at your side
It's a long way to go, a black angel at your side

A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years and now he thinks of home
The long men are waiting in the wings
To put him in chains upon his return

Emptiness, his bitterness is gone
Journey on to the eternal reward

Oh, no never
Oh, no never
Oh, no no

It's a long way to go, a black angel at your side
It's a long way to go, with an angel at your side
It's a long way to go, with the reaper at your side
It's a long way to go, with an angel at your side

At your side, it's a long
It's a long, long, long goodbye
It's a long, long, long goodbye