Another church clock tower rises It penetrates and splits the sky The bruised clouds scatter The sun gapes and seeps bloody fire Our people are watching As the clock is counting down The hands are turning Creaking and groaning
Your men of god Are beyond his command Who is left to heal Our hollow children Ghoulish men draped in magnificence Stalk these corridors of ancient stone Contorted into repugnant form Lashing out with cruel tendrils
Deeds unspoken Innocence broken Who will heal our hollow children The kingdom is drowned In a deluge of silent rainfall And a sorrow is thrown Over this land The face of innocence is now ashen And forever distant A curse cast down By a sinister synod
These temples that breathe Hubris and hellfire Knee deep in flooded lands Knee deep in sickness and sewer
Another church clock tower is rising It penetrates and splits the sky The bruised clouds scatter The sun gapes and seeps bloody fire Our people are watching As the clock is counting down The hands are turning Creaking and groaning A strike of the hour And the bells will sound Our signal to mourn The end of childhoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
