We're told of our outcome in silent rage and anger We're bent out of focus facing the chasing danger Miles away, miles away, we're miles away But the clouds of dawn
From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting
Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We
red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds
forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious
to repulse me CHORUS Along the shore The cloud waves break The twin suns sinkBehind the lake Strange is the night Now black stars rise And many moons
people to wake up the dead. The damnation of hundred years, it's still living with us, Like the black cloud of sorrow, like the dull dawn of an autumnal
in strike Fire consecrates the rest Birthrise of the graven image Black clouds bury the dead sun (as the) moon takes its rightful place Dawn and morning
are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds
dark dawn On waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm Hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew When we are dead, when we are dead Now
