Paroles:
Dead Moon Clouds Of Dawn

We're told of our outcome in silent rage and anger We're bent out of focus facing the chasing danger Miles away, miles away, we're miles away But the clouds of dawn

scold em all, The Guildford four, chicago seven, Mumia, mandela, oceans eleven, Half past twelve on friday the thirteenth, Dawn of the dead, a nightmare

people to wake up the dead. The damnation of hundred years, it's still living with us, Like the black cloud of sorrow, like the dull dawn of an autumnal

are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds

where the crackheads creep red moon hanging high mean the dead don't sleep street lights go out the city black I'm blind all I see is the red moon above

wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds

running Will they come to understand So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale

forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious

through the snow North along riverside She slips beneath the sheets A husbands quiet devoted wife But strangers sad and nervous By the dawns early light Loves lies like a dead cloud