The Stand. Das letze Gefecht

Outside the street's on fire

In a real death waltz

Between what's flesh and fantasy

And the poets down here

Don t write nothing at all

They just stand back and let it all be

And in the quick of the night

They reach for their moment

And try to make a honest stand

But they wind up wounded

Not even dead

Tonight in Jungle Land

Bruce Springsteen

And it was clear she couldn't go on!

The door was opened and the wind appeared,

The candles blew and then disappeared,

The curtains blew and then he appeared,

Said, »Don't be afraid,

Come on, Mary«,

And she had no fear

And she ran to him

and they started to fly...

She had taken his hand...

»Come on, Mary;

Don't fear the Reaper!«

Blue Oyster Cult

WHAT'S THAT SPELL?

WHAT'S THAT SPELL?

WHAT'S THAT SPELL?

Country Joe and the Fish