Instrumental. . Written by ian bairnson. Keyboards, guitars, bass, saxophone, mandolin: ian bairnson. Drums: stuart elliott.
for centuries your faithfuls were persecuted. many of them perished in the flames. by the holy road and church' names. . But your name stays high in our spirits.
And the same conflict, and the same enemies. And the same nobility and the same slaves. And the same gods and the same laws. And the same hate which raises us.
Child offered to God. Soul sold by his. You're his life. You're his force. . Fear their promises. They smell of lies. Shun their power. They will kill you.
There are pyramids in my head. Theres one underneath my bead. And my ladys getting cranky. Every possible location. Has a simple explanation. And it isnt hanky-panky.
I think of death as if it's near. Plan my future as if it's doesn't exist. I'd like to die without having lived. Disappear without regret nor joy. Death is perhaps a delivery.
Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night. Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night. It ain't Kodachrome and it isn't black and white. Take me for a fool if you feel that's right.
Con tu tacn de aguja. los ojos pintados ,. dos kilos de Rimmel ,. muy negros los labios. Te has quedado en el 73. con Bow y T-Rex.. Hombreras gigantescas.
If you could press rewind and do it all again. Would you change your mind, would you change a thing?. Would you make it easy, would you make it hard?.
the tyrant's messengers have conquered your ancestors trust. it's not too late to become converted. disown your christian faith and stop epidemic. pour the traitor's blood on the death altar....
Beyond this reality I live for eternity. Keep to silence by christianity. I'm awaiting true beliefs. . Beyond this reality. Unreal hides in nothingness.
I've seen the darkness. Beat down on the world. Demons awaken into the fallen souls. Love crushed by the peoples folly. Sometimes I become aware. And I remember, the cold light.
They are among us. Their justice is imminent. The messenger of the time. The messenger of the U.W.. . Isolated by their hate. Sentenced to silence. They're just waiting for an order.
We're betrayal we're torment and fear. We're destruction, we're conflict and pain. We're anxiety, we're suffering and death. No distinction, we only fight for victory.
Out of the blue. I come sailing. Through the years. Through the years. . What do I do?. Now that I've seen. All our hopes. And all of our fears. . And I'm riding a lonely highway.