Black Sabbath *The Gates Of Hell/Headless Cross* (HQ)

Look through the people, and on through the mist to the hill of the headless cross Where all witches meet, on a night such as this and the power of darkness is host They come face to face, eye to eye, soul to soul with an Angel that fell from the sky Borne on the air, the screams and the wails of the masses appointed to die Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross From the first evil night, when a black flash of light cut the crucifix half to the ground There's been no escape from the power of Satan on a nation so brave and so proud Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross How do you feel, when the locks refuse the key and the master is calling your name Does the luck of the charm, really keep you from harm? does the talisman protect you from pain? Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross From the first evil night, when a black flash of light cut the crucifix half to the ground There's no escaping the power of Satan on a people so brave and so proud Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture, oh no, oh At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross At the Headless Cross, oh, at the Headless Cross Where will you run to? At the Headless Cross Look, to the Headless Cross Laurence Cottle Bass Tony Iommi Guitars Tony Martin Vocals, Cozy Powell (R.I.P. 1998) Drums Recorded August-November 1988 in Woodcray studios, Berkshire. "Headless Cross" is the name of a small village near Birmingham.