Along the world axis The Empress lay sleeping To the rhyme of the Of the, of the star clock Seven sleepers Seven sages Seven ladders to the To the seventh
Tercüme: Blue Oyster Cult. Görünmeyenler.
Along the world axis The Empress lay sleeping To the rhyme of the, of the, of the star clock Seven sleepers Seven sages Seven ladders to the, to the
On the outside I'm in the high rise Headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting See me in a white suit with a mirror tie And you you-you-you Elevate
s an eye to my hurricane People fly around me like dead leaves in high wind They stream down the choking streets and never quite reach the end Sometimes I wear a blue
It's good to feel hungry when you're about to eat well It's good to be angry when you're ready to yell It's good to be angry It's good to feel certain
I knew her when she was a secretary She always refused to get married She tried not to smile or meet your eyes She knew if she did you'd start those
You hear the hounds awailin' As if the mountains groan You hear the lonesome echo, the telltale clack of stones You thought you'd get away, but you're
Drivin' alone into the darkness I heard you call my name And the roar of the engine Is calling me to blame Tears in my mirror cryin' for the people behind
The blossoms are falling, Making a white path across the grass Thunderheads are building, your skin tightens And you wait for the flash Across the street
Showtime... Showtime... People tell me I'm not getting younger in this place The other guy in this room I'm sick of his face And there's a guy who's
There is a box that I have shown And in the box the games of god There is a fox that I have known And in its heart the blood is hard Its heart is but
Now is the time the moon is in alignment With the unknown zodiac, the untold sign Of the fiery maniac within each breast Awaits a stirring irridescent
Out of the darkness out of the dustcloud Follow the thread and then trace your way free Your father, your mother have bound you in darkness Have blinded
