THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door
Gentle Giant Peel the Paint
Slow start, then explodes into "Peel the paint, look underneath, you'll see the same, the same old savage beast. Strip the the coats, the coats of time and find mad eyes and see those sharpened teeth."
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