Once was a legend of old

In the time of days long ago

The clattering heat, of a horse on the street

He appeared from the fog like a ghost

I could feel him heading this way

A storm was filling the air

If the truth be told, when the winds blow cold

They are warning you to beware

No the wild cannot be tamed

Keeper of the flame

We wondered what devil is this

Who appears from out of the mist

With a crack of a whip, and a wave of his fist

He was cursed and I was bewitched

Haunted by seeing his face

Through the mirror the smoke and the haze

So hard to see, through the dark mystery

The illusion was part of the game

Be careful of what you wish for

And make sure when it knocks at your door

It's what you need, not some fantasy

That will haunt you forever more

Let it be what you need, not some fantasy

That will haunt you forever more