The hour of reckoning draws near Judgment day is here and gone Sweetly she takes me into her arms A liquid embrace to chase the day away Sedate numb,
via puritiva Passing too many gates leaving too many graves behind follow Jupiter's son on his way to hell the pilgrimage of lost hopes I kissed the bishop
Somehow the fire went out and these winter days left me cold. Spending my days counting empty bottles really don't satisfy me anymore. Walls built to
They say that dancing is a way of life And all the untough had better think twice Well I'm not going to take it sitting down anymore It's time that we
We all take a turn, Matt Jacobson blows a peanut.
a couple of hours Covered the ground with a layer of gold Spirits were high and the raining had stopped The larder was low but boy that wasn't all Eleventh
you see And all of it's insanity But now I sit inside Confind and I pray I'll return soon On the eleventh day of the moon Cows graze in the shade Made
We've heard the sound that ears bleed to hear The sound of a place the entire universe awaits Here the strongest fall to their knees A passion so powerful
(music by bartsch/matton - january 93) (poems by bartsch - december 92) When the dark lord told me to live I felt the raised lust of possession afterwards
he was born, and tells him so He takes it in, he hangs his chin He ducks another blow Did God overlook it? What ought have been written The eleventh
of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh hour
[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus] [Instrumental]
our hands We're deaf to our own demands Oh, when the eleventh hour calls The eleventh hour calls Oh, and nothing's easy anymore Oh, when the eleventh hour calls The eleventh
This world is big and so-awake I stayed up late to hear your voice This light is here to keep you warm This song is here to keep you strong I made a
Internal eyes are opening The material sphere bursts Nothing is, nothing becomes End and beginning unites Nothing was, nothing will be Time and space collides In the eleventh
slough of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh
and nights to make me realize CHORUS Rescue me from hangin' on this line I won't give up on giving you The chance to blow my mind Let the eleventh hour
he was born and tells him so He takes it in, he hangs his chin, he ducks another blow Did God overlook it What ought have been written The eleventh