mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies. I've seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies. Powder kegs and marbles [of mumbles?] turn from gray to green eyes.
Away out in Egypt in the valley of kings. Where the mummified pharaohs. Pretend dead in their sleep. . Don't touch, never ever steal. Unless you're in for the kill.
There was a boy and a girl that we knew through my school. They were head over heels for the things that we do. They used to follow us down to the corner store.
Away out in Egypt in the valley of kings. Where the mummified pharaohs. Pretend dead in their sleep. . Don't touch, never ever steal. Unless you're in for the kill.
You are Selene, the moon in heaven. You are Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Hecate...darkness and terror of the night. Hecate...oh, the crossroads are thine.
She's a liar,. But she's always right. And every night, she. Whispers something slowly. But I drift off. Sometimes I know you're awake. As you lay there right beside me.
Stairs to nowhere climb. I take them, all the time. Crawling on my knees. Walking that old fine line. . And when I'm alone and scared. I think of little rhymes.
Come, come to the sabbath. Down by the ruined bridge. Witches and Demons are coming. Just follow the magic call. . Come, come to the sabbath. Down by the ruined bridge.
Oh father...did you speak to god?. Oh father...did he speak to you?. In the church of saint anne. Oh father...your eyes could heal the sick. Yeah,heal the sick.
What explodes like a fractal, pops like a light bulb. Looks really awful at four in the morning. Moves with a dead stare, coils around your ankles. Fangs long as neckties and strikes without warning?.
Oh father, did you speak to God?. Oh father, did he speak to you?. In the Church of Saint Anne. Oh father, your eyes could heal the sick. Yeah, heal the sick.
Somewhere in ancient Spain. Close to what was Baecula. There lay Castillo Del Mortes. To be known as 'House of the dead'. . Oh, no, oh, not here. A fool was playing with magic.
Has she found a way to make her man work out rite?. And has she found a way to let her man into her life?. Has she found a way to teach her man some control?.
On a summer day, you can hear her call. But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall. On a summer day, you can hear her call. But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall.
Somewhere in ancient Spain. Close to what was Baecula. There lay Castillo Del Mortes. To be known as 'House of the dead'. . Oh, no, oh, not here. A fool was playing with magic.
Riding out and summed up for they know their destination. Demons and witches and leaving less perceptions. Breaking religion by burning the cross. Breaking religion, burning the cross.
You don't need much money to ride the silver train. Just enough to keep yourself from sleeping in the rain. Satellites are chasing silver clouds away.
Time, all the long red lines, that take control. Of all the smoke-like streams that flow into your dreams. That big blue open sea, that can't be crossed.
All your sins are forgiven. In the name of Jesus in Heaven, ahh. . There you stood with your soul in your hand. Thinking that God would understand. Satan take him to where you dwell.