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Born of the age
Flagged hopes
Censored rage
The black clad box
Bombs bursting in air
Bleed white red and blue
Cried dawn's early light
For
the plate glass window

The Minotaur with bloody hands
Is enraged by the sun
Caged he by the corpses
Brought forth by the dawn

In Orient is as I told
be said of the cigarettes smoked
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
If I stopped would the bus ever come
Would the dawn ever kiss me
red
As the rays of the sun to the soil were wed
In the early dawn I gazed for tomorrow
But my heart and souls was burned with sorrow
through tonight.
Then maybe I will see you tomorrow.

Misty eyes don't see that face in every tear.
Longing lips don't speak that name, there's no one
very fast
It scares me to think just where my life has gone
And that I may never see tomorrow's dawn

I remember sitting on the swing
I was nearly
The neon dawn has just begun,
The day is here that wasn't meant to come
She's walking by the frozen sea
Trying to count the stars that she can't see
mountainside scattered
By the campfires awaiting the dawn
Two times a hundred men in battles
Tried by the steel in the arrow axe and the sword

By battle
I am the warfare
Blasting in from blazing horizons
I am the abyssic lust
Tasting blood from the lips of the dying

Plague bearer
World
eclipsed by a black mist of hatred
Where goodness cannot reach the fire burns in dark flames

I have come to challenge your ways
Light's bane 
The last
unfolds

Daniel Gildenlow: We're at the dawn of a new age
Bob Catley: As we hear the final cries
Daniel Gildenlow: Ready to enter the next stage
Bob
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips
gone to sleep in the
Passing lane
Like a shot in the vein.

There's a black dog hanging by a string
In the flutter of a thousand paper wings.
You
the grass is burned black
By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars
Sea turned to steam
When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow 

When
[KLYTEMNESTRA:]
Tears of Blood, Clouds hide the Sun
The Day goes Black in my arms
Pain and Love the Science of the World
Tears of Blood fill my
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips
to age, this tale shall be told.
Pillaged gold and hearts black and cold.

By triumph of sword and shield, the war-cries sound.
By triumph of axe and spear,
lined with black of midnight
Lips all touched in scarlet bliss
Tattered velvet, lace and chains
What dead have known such grace as this?

Here let us lay
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips
the daylight
Like what happen in America
The breasts are still heavy
The legs long and straight
The upper lip remains short
The teeth are too small
The eyeside
For a rich young boy to play?
The colors of the worlds
Are changing day by day

Red, the blood of angry men!
Black the dark of ages past!
Red, a world
nights I’ve watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips
The seventh king of the dawn

He was called by the name, Angelheart

The second tide had turned
Completing the nightly sign
To start a change to come
Blood
of crash site love

What can be said of the cigarette smokes
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
If I stopped would the bus ever come
Would the dawn
the night. Now black stars rise.
And many Moons circle through silent the night.

[Guitar solo]

Along the black mountainside, scattered
By the campfires