The Mad Monk - Thunderstorm
Written by：Fabio Bellan/Omar Roncalli
He rejoined his wife and the city
After three months off
Down in the preacher's cellar
His body shock on the ground
Could you hear unbelievers
Terrorizing voice
He takes your mental matter
And plays it like a toy
When the queen needed a help
And he took the call
He possessed divine power
To restore the wound
Healing by his misty prayers
Her bleeding boy
Laying down with many women
He deserved that joy
The crime is central before god and faith
You burned my body now my spirit is free
You shed my blood now yours is mine
No relation will remain
Alive
Empty glass of wine and poison
A man in uniform
Shot the monk he pulls the trigger
Leave him on the floor
He's still alive toss him into the river
To complete the job
But his heart'll survive to the end
To review your choice
The crime is central before god and faith
You burned my body now my spirit is free
You shed my blood now yours is mine
No relation will remain
