Dead asleep the city dreams Holding up its arms like limbs of steel Mountains rise like mounds of sand The boiling sea has swallowed up the land
On the eighth day On the eighth day Dancing dead are knocking on my door In acid rain they came to mourn To raise the flag, to raise the tune You know they'll be here soon The eighth day The eighth day
Hollow homes and gloomy streets The people next door are looking More like circus freaks On the eighth day Echoes of the midnight chime The clock moves on But what a waste of time
On the eighth day On the eighth day Dancing dead are knocking on my door In acid rain they came to mourn To raise the flag, to raise the tune You know they'll be here soon
The eighth day The eighth day The eighth day
Pure white heat and blood of sands Two clouds of crimson mists Are swirling round and round On the eighth day Pools of fear and eyes that shine The mirrors cracked But I know they'll be mine oh mine
On the eighth day On the eighth day Dancing dead are knocking on my door In acid rain they came to mourn To raise the flag, to raise the tune You know they'll be here soon The eighth day The eighth day The eighth day The eighth dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
