tomorrow, no clouds in the sky Just the echo of time passing by We hold the moment and glide with the wind to wherever the stars may decide [Pre Chorus] Eyes
Can't ya digit, Honey? Rated XXX For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth Swinging' with this
starts Gaze into my crystal ball See what lies behind the wall Can't you feel the wonder of it all? In my crystal ball You veil your eyes in fantasy
'cause I got the juice I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyes Boys can't knock it, I'm on the rise
weather I need some sunshine of my own (Sunshine of my own) Chorus: Remember next time when you fall When you crash into that same ol' wall Don't call Follow your star
The bleeding palms on main-street Collecting nothing but the scorn Of those who cannot bear their eyes to meet Except in artificial light Who needs to star
pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes
stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds, For the new horizon is crystal
A quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before even the Star-Lords descended... Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the ice, turning to crimson crystal
crystal speaks in dreams, Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment. Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars
growing hungrier Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright And kings will come, years will pass Stars burn cold
of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest, ignite hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing, ill fated stars
chilly draughts in the hall Of a crystal castle Lost among clouds made of gold Those anxieting visions Images behind frozen windows Make my eyes bleed
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?" "Rated XXX" For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef, chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth, Swingin' with
me Scars on the wind to hold me inside, tomorrow belongs to never I'll tear the walls of Erebus down. Child of the Desolation, cry to me under stars
