Again you see the children dancing in the yard under your window playing their games and again you stay at your place, standing at your place You fly
Im letzten heimlichen Versteck tief unter Laub und Erde da ist ein Platz für meinen Sarg dort wo ich wohnen werde durch die Bretter bohr'n sich
Whisper slowly, words retrieved The more you suffer the more I grieve No cure to ease your pain Forgive me I feel ashamed I'm keeping my promise
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye If beauty is only skin deep Then thankfully I am blind Cross
You should never take too literally what you read Misinformation, distortion, make belief Fabrications, half truths implied Misquotations, out of context
(Music: Regadas) (Lyrics: Walker) Black star, jewel of the night Black star, burning bright Magnificent sun, a beacon burning Five pointed coal, a guide
(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting
(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Lost forever A whole generation of pathetic lost souls With no meaning no depth They're already dead, before it gets old
(Music: Walker) (Lyrics: Walker) The threads of global fabric are untied The role of the western free world is in decline Still free to consume, free
Some people aren't cut out to be saints And since I was born in original sin Hedonism has a certain attraction I think I'll cut the crap, cut out the
(Music: Walker) (Lyrics: Walker) Hands in another's pocket The bed they make Is not the one in which they lie The same old faces The same old establishment
(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies
Let's go Your kingdom is of emptiness Invisible empire of illusion There's no majesty in your empty words Your ideology, self delusion Revisionism is
(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Raised in a nursery of crumbling brick Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel Nurtured in a barren concrete crib In a playground
Forgive the day's last serenades Her skies they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains that death would claim His robes of office swim him in As
The book I bought yesterday I started to read I found a small marigold Pressed between leaves And in that small marigold Well, I found a note Saying,
Couldn't have loved you more but I know I could have loved you longer Crying for the moon Couldn't have loved you less but I know I could have loved you
Forgive the day?s Last serenades Her skies they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains That Death would claim His robes of office swim in As would
