the flight of a dead bird my life is going out Darkness is my mistress at cold full moon nights Only stars know my paths, I'm a wild wanderer of fields
institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless An angry mob was breaking out from the
hand Lucifer When the last sparks of light are absorbed in the night Witches streak the skies Feasting till dawn then disappear out of sight The gates
let the little girl look out In simple childish innocence At drawings in the sand. And her mother called her Mary After Mary Magdalene, She had long dark
that little girl is grown, she's in a band out on the road She left those Green Kentucky fields behind But she sings herself back home when she's at
'm moving in silence I leave it all far behind [chorus:] Oh at dawn I'll face the edge of thorns Oh at dawn I'll pray at the edge of thorns Oh at dawn
dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer's night passed swiftly. At
brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the expansion of their queen's dark
burning like the fields All her vows lay unfulfilled His name was Isaac, silent, blessed A mute whose tongue impressed her lately But now red skies darken
m runnin through a wheat field chasing a ghost They love cicles, use em for portals and time holes And dance backwards and chant with the crow people At
are falling so what do coastlines wait on us stalling? so what, so what, so what we are saying so what of leaving, so what of staying? evening is dawning
Terry's daddy understood that this Zero was no good A child, a thief and a liar Well from out of the darkness that breaks the dawn Zero rode like twilight
modern man created, unique from the start A black form emerges, hollow in it's form Spreading wings of darkness beyond the reach of dawn Twisting,
crows the dawn cock The mist is on the moor Tosspint cries from croaking gills Thank God I'm not forsaken From the hellish depths of sleep At last I
