horrible fury is unleashed Wings of scale shall carry the messenger The sickelss of the ancient shall swing Flooding the earth Drowning all existence In the sorrow of a crimson
? (Oh yeah, oh Billy) Never give him an even break Gettin' caught is the chance you take It could be your last mistake (You could be so hopeless) As a bird with a broken wing
Falls Down I'll Never Believe That We Were Able Among The Cockroach Wings And The Empty Tables Black Smoke Seeping Thru Dusty Lips Long Lonely Days, Painted Crimson
of the Angels Do not sleep my little angel, and don't cry for me! That here the cold does not reach me for the fire I have lit You see the moon is crimson
O'er the level plain of water? Or the red swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves with crimson, With the crimson
sun descending O'er the level plain of water Or the red swan floatin, flying Wounded by the magic arrow Staining all the waves with crimson With the crimson
Sun Descending O'er The Level Plain Of Water Or The Red Swan Floatin, Flying Wounded By The Magic Arrow Staining All The Waves With Crimson With The Crimson
Staring at the sun and I dreamed of the deceiver, smoking her smile and smiling her smoke. I wish everyone would dream what I saw, slithered wings as
shadows of the valley - my lily of the valley of the shadow of death. Her velvet shadows in the rain, disturbs the stillness of the hour. Each crimson
In a dream or a nightmare When love gives way to hate The quest begins For the keys to the seven gates Ride the wings of a locust See the wizard cast
I'm the only one to blame for this Somehow it all adds up the same Soaring on the wings of selfish pride I flew too high and like Icarus I collide With
light Now he fears so deep the second coming of a day Just to fall asleep, his skin still covered by the haze That veils his eyes, and in the crimson
The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us We grab the nails of domination And our
Draw near, closer now Into my painted wings What man can resist When the Siren sings Let not your ears be deadened By the ocean's roar Just hear
real thing Yeah, the real thing You're the real thing Even better than the real thing We're free to fly the crimson sky The sun won't melt our wings
her the strength to fly Never let her wings touch the ground (God bless the butterfly) God bless the butterfly Give her the strength to fly Never let her wings
stare at all these deaths Which were once full of life, Which were once life itself... The birds under the sky have fallen in the dark, Their wings
