Cursed I am to walk this soil No light of grace shines on me In my pain I stare with empty eyes Cold walls surrounding me Alone I crawl my darkest
It makes my blood boil when you say - Tomorrow will be a better day Well, let me tell, I don't fucking care I'm just too eager to get the hell out
I've been blessed by the great pain of living My path is hard, my way is damn heavy Through the cold, ice cold snow In the cold I will walk alone
[Instrumental]
Are you there behind the trees? Waiting there with your eyes glowing I know you wait for me Are you there with your desire? Come here I show you the
If you could see through my dreams And if you would fear my fears Would you stand by me? Would you sweep my tears? Follow me into my darkest realms
Now beware 'cos we're all going to die Explosion and flames thousand miles high Don't you know there's no mercy for you Our fate lies in the Big Bang
(Motorhead cover) Ain't a hope in hell, Nothing's gonna bring us down, The way we fly, Five miles off the ground, Because we shoot to kill, And
Snake-eyes burns the night while candlelight glows My arms are raised high towars the sky Into the river of oblivion's wine I shall drown The secrets
There is a magick that even a time can't corrupt Pure hate for mankind, my misanthropic lust Cut me once and all of you shall bleed I will bring you
Übersetzung: Absurdus. Absurdum (One Hell Of An Introduction).
: (Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice) After all we said today The strangest thought occurred I feel I ought to tell you But it's clearly quite absurd
This dead orchestra play on instruments strung with the fibres of my mind And skeletons dance they have no voice and no complaint But I am still flesh
[Intro]
After all we said today, the strangest thought occurred I feel I ought to tell you, but it's clearly quite absurd Wouldn't it be wonderful, If you could
The murmur grows - until they rage It is not a scenery At this market-place in middle-ages Somebody - in the crowd - Speaks a prayer Hundred burning torches
(ian hunter) My tea turned seven shades darker As I sit 'n' write these words And london's gettin' paler In my theatre of the absurd. You figured for
It never really mattered to much to me You were just too damned old for me All that really mattered was you were my girlfriend And baby, that's all that
