cheap motel On the wrong side of the tracks The facts are tricky to explain Cold front bearing down Blowing in from Birmingham By dawn the window's wet with icy
no quarter today The dreams of the men were shattered and drawn With death in the valleys and fire in the glens The old and the sick were slaughtered in vain
in his black-clad masque in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams
unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice made should not be done in vain
Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy
Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call To take her homewards to herself Oh I love you so He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm
breathin'. This young man is leaving. Icy hands won't unclench their fists. Emergency, emergency. Suffering to breathe! Hurry hurry, not dying in vain
River wind is icy Chills run through my bones Tides of life are ebbing out Between the cobblestones The streets are on fire With the burning sunrise And
you know my position how quick is your eye? I have no home, no reason to roam yet I travel the length of the sky I stretch my fingers jagged icy white
sighs for his private apotheosis. Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing
beyond the atmospheres She is listening for a call to take her homewards To herself Oh, I love you so He who's master of the icy shots Won't harm you