I walked into a foreign town A land long left behind I sat beside an acacia tree And a fountain of red wine
A blind old man with a bible in his hand Struggling through the sand A poor boy dressed in rags in tow He leads him by the hand
And I left the wolves behind that night I left them where they fell I slay them one by one that night Beneath the old cathedral bell I sang, “la da da, la da da…
The old man took me by the hand And he led me to the well I said, “I am not a killer or a thief But there are other pathways to Hell”
He said, “Worry not about what has passed And live without regret Think only of the moment now You can sleep friend, when you‟re dead”
And I left the wolves behind that night I left them where they fell I slay them one by one that night Beneath the old cathedral bell I sang, “la da da, la da da…