Man Of Miracles

Man Of Miracles - Styx

He was a man of miracles

Fighting the solar windstorm

A winged horse guides his way

Oracle of the ancient midnight

Calls forth everlasting pain

And I know yes I know

He was a man of miracles

Riding golden meteorites

Ruler of distant galaxies

Born of the northern lights

Of the northern lights

Sorcerer of the dark moon

Who dare incur his rage

First child of the scorpion

Prophet of the crystal age

And I know yes I know

He was a man of miracles

Riding golden meteorites

Ruler of distant galaxies

Born of the northern lights

Of the northern lights

He was a man of miracles