The Scarecrow (feat. Jorn Lande, Michael Kiske, Henjo Richter & Michael Rodenberg)

I'm just a loser in the game of love
I'm just a stray boy in the shade
And how I wish to know what love is like
To find someone to contemplate

There's a voice and a million answers to the questions I don't ask
A demon, I've got to contain
When I'm walking through the fen
Getting deep into the black
Whispers, I can't restrain
Don't give in

Rise to fame
Time will come
Make your claim
Time has come
For the crow to fly away!

(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
So you're an angel meant to walk down here
And you believe it's all divine
And you don't play by all those temporal rules
You watch the world begin to die

Alright, when the lamb's been torn to pieces
I've been crashing from the sky
Fallen to care for the prey
They put a spoke right in your wheel
I'm the one to dare the weak
To push you all over the pain
You give in, oh

Rise to fame
Time will come
Make your claim
Time has come
For the crow to fly away!

I close my eyes, and I see what's coming my way
Ooh, yeah
He's got treasure in his eyes that he's gonna turn to clay

Hm, I'm a stranger
I'm a changer
And I'm danger, maybe

Fallen angel, waiting for the prey
The devil has come to take a maimed away
Penetration of the twisted mind
The evil is out for the weak and blind

I can feel it in your voice
Ever so sweet, no
Do I really have a choice? No, no, no!

Oh, you burn your feet on unholy ground
You roam the barren wicked plains abound
In evil eyes and evil speak
Abound in all, you evil freaks

When you say it's all divine and meant to be
Oh, oh-oh
What about your flesh and blood, and defiers like me?

Their evil eyes are looking down on you
And those who don't are losing sight of you
Face the rage to chase away
The specter of disgrace and shame

Withered roses dying on the ledge
A withered dreamer standing on the edge
You dream of love, wake up to pain
You're better off to join in my game

She'll be better off to cry, contrite tears
One day, she'll wonder why she had to let you disappear
Oh, dear

Rise to fame (your time has come)
Time will come (to take the sun)
Make your claim (you're drawn to the sound)
Time has come (you're leaving ground)

Rise to fame (the flight of the crow)
Time will come (cross the line)
Time will come
Your time has come (for the crow to fly away)

Rise to fame (it's a flight to hell)
Time will come (can you hear the bell?)
(Time has come)
Take your soul away!
Your time has come (it's a flight to hell)
Alright!

I'm a stranger
I'm a changer
And I'm danger
Fallen angel
Waiting for the prey, ah, mm!