...Or Else
Black Moor
...Or Else Black and gold, his wondrous guise With iron fists he rules the skies Take your chance, and take his test Or its down into the burning hells Chorus I won't see you in heaven Cause we're going to hell So rev that fuckin' engine And I'll see you at the show Flying high above the world Around his sword his hand is curled Make your bets and roll the dice Fall from his icy throne Chorus x2