Blood Poetry
Blood Poetry
Morpheus’ children drifting through space and time
without hope,without direction on their way
tasted one too many times of these flowers of night
everything turned into a dark black and gray
Everyone wants his little piece of history
a voice banned on tape, three words cut into wood
hunted by the reaper`s shadow through time
searching for their personal meaning of life
Let me take your hands for a little try, a little time
forget these lies you’ve been told while you were young (…)
you’re life, I’m death (…), start circling round and round,
this energy makes us visible as one (…)
Round and round the wheel keeps turning (…)
fate, fortune (…) life – something to believe
a warm and hooded place for one night
heading to a light in distance through life (…)
Babylon is build up again by human hands
and the angel of death started his nighttime-walk again
screaming silent and painful at the doors
tasting the bittersweet smell of blood on his hands (…)
falling, screaming , (…) die !!!
Chorus:
Mile for mile and hour for hour
with the grinning skull in the back
blood poetry for something to believe
Credits:
Vocals: Angela & HC, Guitars: Sven, Bass: Arno, Drums & Percussion: HC, Didgeridoo: Dirk
Additional Keys: Mark Cahill
Mixed & produced by Mark Cahill & TUAREG. Recorded in St. Tönis 7/2008.
Mastered by Kai Blankenberg at Skyline Tonfabrik Düsseldorf.
