Visions Of the apocalypse A deep red vortex Burned the sky And mankind lies dying And ten beasts arise Waging eternal war Forevermore "From the sea he
Leadin the way im a navigator like uproar Whos that man sniper? With the TN preps and the schott jumpa White viser,the coppa red top With the deep blue avis + the sea
the marble vaults of its ebon citadel? Eager to know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most powerful sorcerer across the great In land Sea
them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and Wave another day goodbye Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is
into the sea Poisoning the world with your generosity U bring me down, you're killing me with lies (Bring me down) You take away our ears won't take away my eyes The red, red sea
to repeat There were screaming sounds inside the barn There was laughing sounds out on the street Then they rolled his body down a gulf Amidst a bloody red
windmill There's no wind at all I've yelled and I cursed If i stay here I'll rust I'm stuck like a shipwreck Out here in the dust Sky is red And there
misadventure Templars from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia They came from dust and flame By the Red Sea
you rowed the sea We?ve washed away, along way to nothin' And back again, come back for somethin' Where sunsets children have wept And mouths have fallen with dust
Rain the rains of a lost angel's day. Her face washed over and over, again and again; Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red: Our love dissolved
The leftover tallow just doesn't contain All the right answers Under a sea of dust lies a vast wealth of wisdom An untuched snow turns red Innocence
teeth But for now, just dance, darling C'mon, will you dance, my darling? Darling, there's a place for us Can we go, before I turn to dust? Oh my darling
them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and Wave another day goodbye Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red
three, breasts in 3-D that slept with me The sexy, beauty of the week of the ? G's Bangladesh G's, on the other side of the Red Sea The lefty, sippin
Touchdown, we land on this moon Red storms and space dusted you Here we are, heat and tides Like the planets we seem to align Electric storms, swirling
JOURNALIST: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston Road, their outlines softened by the Black Dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops
My heart flies on her wings Now I'm crying, the moon so red Tomorrow shall be yet another hell To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed Blows pass me (I'm)