(Instrumental)
Awdling in the cellar Whining on the dungeon step Underground dweller Hammers at the coal-flap Catching the gnats Tearing off their opal wings Frightening
Lay your head on a feathery moss Freeze your mind and drown in doss See the places you have never been Let the magic begin.. Bountiful gilt Stained the
Lightnings! The flaring claws Tight strings Of typhoon's bows Whiz, rave, howl The insatiable storm! Shrill, laugh, growl Like demoniac swarm! A tower
Tradução: Mecánica Poeta. Borrosa mañana lluviosa.
[Volume II: Original Score ends]
This howl again! These things will never lose my track I need to run amain Before they find me and attack Across the wilds at reckless speed No time
Dawdling in the cellar Whining on the dungeon step Underground dweller Hammers at the coal-flap Catching the gnats Tearing off their opal wings Frightening
Another day of shameful living's coming to an end Twelve hours of jests and hurting words that Mickey's used to stand A daily dose of cruel gibes, a
November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere The spine cracked again A straw
Long time ago, when Dolly was seven Young Sally Hudson has driven her here Summer has came to the streets of uptown Little Dolly was pretty and clear
The morning lights Annealing eyes with cold A tempest rides Defiling skies like mould I see a dream being wide-awake This world is running mad A crazy
OF ART'' I'VE GOT A GEAR INSTEAD OF SOUL Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay Mechanic system, which
A sleepy loft attired in haze Subsiding in the maze Within a weedy bog Nocturnal flies knock on a pane A scintillating stain Embossed in lardy fog Behind
A muted filthy snigger A creak of closet door Poor Willy shrinks away He's frightened to the core Bad smell suffused the room When Cary came in sight
