Medieval lyrics
Medieval lyrics
"Famine Sector lyrics"
Time Enough At Last lyrics
It's time I started thinking on my feet Instead of on my back Now I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last It's been the bane of my
It's time I started thinking on my feet Instead of on my back Now I got time Time enough at last Time enough at last boy Time enough at last It's been the bane of my
A shuttering retired widow,
Overlooks....a land condemned.
Persecuted sun has fled
Eternal midnight banes,
Winter of discontent
Surrounded by haunted rows of brittle dead crops
Farmers perish.
A multitude of children and of women and of men,
an army of none.
The weak will not succeed!
Death Drums Beat.
Uncounted heap....led aimlessly,
Full Colour Is The Night lyrics
Shall I tell you the legend About a garden wearing its black I'll tell you about the whispers The dark eyes of the night Moonlight is the brightness Before each dawn
Shall I tell you the legend About a garden wearing its black I'll tell you about the whispers The dark eyes of the night Moonlight is the brightness Before each dawn
Towards a slit in the side of a dune,
several fall....the way is paved,
with slabs of human flesh,
A flock recoils....
Helpless masses,
scattered like unborn larvae.
He pulls his terror throttle
A flood of muticoloured shame,
Fills his shallow pit,
Bonfire
Smouldering
Expressionless, emotionless
Expressionless, emotionless
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way And she was headed for the car ...so I grabbed my old guitar I got one more chance
Expressionless, emotionless
As he analyzes his mummified treats
As he analyzes his mummified treats
As he analyzes his mummified treats
As he analyzes his mummified treats
The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn.
Famine Sector...
Famine Sector...
Famine Sector...
Famine Sector...
Expressionless, emotionless
They pulled the switch that sent me far Into the rich and distant stars Bounced me back into your car Returning with a smile Constantly in rotation An astronaut on
Expressionless, emotionless
Expressionless, emotionless
As he analyzes his mummified treats
As he analyzes his mummified treats
As he analyzes his mummified treats
As he analyzes his mummified treats
The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn.
Famine Sector...
Famine Sector...
Famine Sector...
Famine Sector...