Текст песни Black Sabbath - Lord Of This World

you're searching for your mind don't know
where to start
can't find the key to fit the lock on
your heart
you think you know but you are never
quite sure
your soul is ill but you will not find a cure

your world was made for you by
someone above
but you choose evil ways instead of love
you made me master of the world where
you exist
the soul i took from you was not
even missed

lord of this world
evil possessor
lord of this world
he's your confessor now!

you think you're innocent you've nothing
to fear
you don't know me, you say, but isn't
it clear?
you turn to me in all your worldly greed
and pride
but will you turn to me when it's your
turn to die?