HEADLESS CROSS - Erik Grönwall (Black Sabbath Cover)
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I am very happy to present you to something I’ve been wanting to do for some time now.
Some of you know that I was diagnosed with leukemia earlier this year. It was the start of a life changing journey full of perspective and it guided me to the core of who I am.
It really made me realize that making and releasing music is one of the most important things in my life and it has never been more important to me. So that’s what I’m going to do. I am very happy to present you to my version of Black Sabbath - Headless Cross.
Headless cross has been one of the warm up songs backstage before shows for a couple of years. Is this the meanest riff ever written?
CREDITS
Artist: Erik Grönwall
Producer: Jona Tee (www.jonatee.com)
All music performed by: Jona Tee
Guitar solo/ guest artist: Dave Dalone
Original artist: Black Sabbath
Written by: Anthony Philip Harford / Cozy Powell / Tony Iommi
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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, are 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
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 from the power of Satan
For 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,
At the headless cross, at the headless cross
At the headless cross, at the headless cross