Story Behind The Song
After several years of being questioned by friends and family, about such things, I grew tired of giving the same generic response and so, here is the song.
Song Description
The idea behind this song, was to let friends and family know and understand, what it is I am, (A Thelemite) as well the reality and seriousness of the fact that I am a witch.
Song Length |
4:46 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Exultant, Annoyed |
Subject |
Will, Power |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Days of Thunder
Music & Words-Dascardus?-© ®
Circa 2002-DasSongs?-© ®
Have you forgotten, all that I?ve said
Or am I just, wasting oxygen
Have I spoken these words in vain
Must I say them all over again
Can you hear me, I hope that you can now
Nod your head, if you understand
At the very least, take a look into my eyes
And try just a little to understand
Because you see, I?m a believer in White Magic
And I spend my nights, sleeping with the sister of Cain
Well the love I have, is not, the kind to be measured
And I ride, on days of thunder, again
You look at me, as if I?m an illusion
Yet I keep, coming back again
Breaking down all your misconceptions
About who I am, and where the hell I?ve been
Because you see, I?m a believer in White Magic
And I spend my nights, sleeping with the sister of Cain
Well the love I have, is not, the kind to be measured
And I ride, on days of thunder, again
Don?t you try and tell me it?s wrong
When you don?t even know who I am
I?ve seen it all go up in smoke
And I?ve seen them build it right back up again
Listen up if you want my help here
And wipe that silly grin off your face
Beggars can?t afford to be choosers
I give you choices, which road will you take
Don?t even think, I do this from kindness
I just the dog that keeps the wolves away
I guide you on, for my own special purpose
So be a good sheep and be on your way
Because you see, I?m a believer in White Magic
And I spend my nights, sleeping with the sister of Cain
Well the love I have, is not, the kind to be measured
And I ride, on days of thunder, again
Again, again, again------