Lord Of This World

Black Sabbath1971年7月21日


You've searching for your mind don't know where to start

Can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart

You think you know but you are never quite sure

Your soul is ill but you will not find cure

Your world was made for you by someone above

But you choose evil ways instead of love

You made me master of the world where you exist

The soul I took from you was not even missed

Lord of this world

Evil Possessor

Lord of this world

He's your confessor now

You think you're inocent you've nothing to fear

You don't know me you say but isn't it clear

You turn to me in all your wordly greed and pride

But will you turn to me when it's your turn to die