Interpret:

Black Sabbath

Album:

Born Again

As you look through my window 
Deep into my room 
At the tapestries all faded 
Their vague and distant glories 
Concealed in the gloom 
The icy fingers of forgotten passions 
Softly brushing my lips 
At the tips of my primitive soul 
As you look through my door 
Deep into my room 
Can you feel the mighty wall of power 
It's waiting, waiting in the gloom 
The distant shadows of forgotten champions 
Those who live in me still 
And will rise when we challenge and kill 
Born again 
You'll be born again 
Look at this prince of evil 
Fighting for your mind 
Fighting all the priests of shame 
For the thrust of my challenge is aimed 
At the hearts of mutant gods 
who think we're all the same 
They're controlling our minds 
And they use us for fortune and fame 
As you look through my window 
Deep into my room 
At your future and freedom 
The grey and plastic retards all floating in circles 
And as you taste the fruits of new sensations 
Softly brushing your lips 
As we rise when we challenge and kill 
Born again 
You'll be born again 
If you want to be king for a day 
Just do what I say 
Everybody's got to think like a hunter 
Just search for your prey 
Be alive through the night and the day 
Just do it my way