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05/13/1997 |
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6. | To Die Is To Wake (instrumental) |
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Vague shadows, purple-toned sky, full moon and nightbirds on my mind
Cloud demons with wands of doom, chanting lines of solitude
Boogie bubble refrain, boogie boogie bubble refrain, again
Upon clouds of purple they ride, doing evil
Come demon and chant for me, come bring my eye some mystery
Strange things and stranger one finds, in them cloudlands of my mind
Boogie bubble refrain, boogie boogie bubble refrain, again
Upon clouds of purple they ride, doing evil
Every boogie bubble holds a demon inside,
each and every demon rides upon a purple cloud
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Running all the time and knowing time is running out
and knowing all what time's about
Dreaming all those dreams so evil, so evil are the dreams we dream tonight
But the man in the moon sits tight, and he says:
"Come, come and try some cosmic weed and glance a world so strange indeed"
Fading little ones not knowing, they soon fade away,
the tiny mushroom houses of yesterday
Dreaming all those dreams so evil, so evil are the dreams they dream tonight
But the man in the moon he smiles, and he says:
"Come, come and try some cosmic weed and glance a world so strange indeed"
Knowing there's no evil down where I go, knowing there's no evil tonight
Knowing there's no evil down where I go to find it all out
"Come, come and try some cosmic weed and glance a world so strange indeed"
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Close my eyes, think of the rain, think of an evening the same
Dream it is autumn outside, an evening to hide
Someone to carry me home, to forests where I do belong, close my eyes,
little bit scared
And no one to care
And when my sun comes down, and you won't hold my hand, it's okay
'Cause when my sun comes down, I'll be walking a darker way,
it's okay, it's allright
Close my heart, hold on to evil, embracing the only, the Foul,
dream it is twilight
outside, an evening to hide
Oh raven, say will it be mine, the golden, the line of my time,
fading and I am not scared
Five ravens to bear
And when my sun comes down, and you won't hold my hand, it's okay
'Cause when my sun comes down, I'll be walking a darker way, it's okay
'Cause when my sun comes down, I'll be walking a lighter way,
it's okay, it's allright
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As the bell strikes 12, I say we say farewell,
I say we say farewell as the bell strikes 12
Tonight's the night my friend, tonight's the night,
the night it all shall end as the bell
strikes 12
As the bell strikes 12, he welcomes us to hell,
he welcomes us to hell as the bell strikes 12
He's the one so bad, and he's the one,
the one so very glad as the bell strikes 12
Oh devil dire, save a chair for me
Oh devil dire, for me and my lily
A table set for three, my lily,
him and me and a chandelier, and a chandelier
All seven candles lit, it scares a little bit, oh little lily dear
As the bell strikes 12, he speaks the evil spell,
he speaks the evil spell as the bell strikes 12
Now's the time my dear, now's the time,
the time we all once fear as the bell strikes 12
Oh devil dire, save a chair for me
Oh devil dire, for me and my lily
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Some tales say morrow knows, I know not why they say so,
some go where sorrow goes, I know not
where they do go
One comes with winter's wind to tell a tale of mourning,
one free as summer's sin, to tell
a tale of mourning
Spinning around in circles every day,
spinning around and finding no new way
Spinning around, spinning around they say,
I wish them all dead anyway
So sing the poets then, I know not why they sing so,
so go they sorrow's friends, I know not
where they do go
One comes with autumn's rain and sings a song of mourning,
one sets the spring aflame
And sings a song of mourning
Spnning around in circles every day, spinning around and finding no new way
Spinning around, spinning around they say, I wish they all could go away
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There's a faerie in my head and I call her Lady Rosenred,
why she came there I don't know
No I don't know
We wander worlds sometimes, green forests, stars and stories,
a secret time under 3 moons
We walk the clouds at times and ride on dragon faeries,
a drink with friends under 3 moons
Say will you dream with me tonight, under moonlit skies?
We run the hills sometimes, do battles upon evil,
a bard so sings within the shadows
We turn the ghosts away and jam with angry mages,
a silent dream within the shadows
Say will you dream with me tonight, under moonlit skies?
And then we turn around and find all forests gone,
and find all stars and stories gone
And then we turn around and find all faeries gone,
and find all dragon faeries gone
Say will you dream with me tonight?
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Shadows, shadows and fever, no-one hears him cry so he turns to evil
Only now, only now does he know
Pains, always those pains, once he turns that way he will do it again
Only now, only now does he know, silver doom, unseen moon will show
As they dance under the moon they bring doom,
he calls her friend and says he'll change
She calls him friend and he deceives again
Flowers, a scent of flowers, always on his mind so he deceives her
Only now, only now does she know
Love, love makes her blind, soon she follows him through the doors of time
Only now, only now does she know, silver doom, unseen moon will show
As they dance under the moon they bring doom,
he calls her friend and says he'll change
She calls him friend and he deceives again
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Great cosmos, eternal ocean, spring forth now colder motions,
break dawn now, break
new day, sweet silent colder changes
Lay still night in the forest, bring fall now,
bring the ever rest, cold silence
no emotions, feel changes through the ocean
One went to seek the loss, one went to seek the darker side of us
One went to seek the cross, only to find a crimson cosmos
Great cosmos, crimson ocean, waves riding empty motions,
bring twilight, bring new night, now silent demon sleeping
Lay still night for the angels, no laughter or no angers,
cold silence, no emotions
Feel changes through our ocean
One went to seek the loss, one went to seek the darker side of us
One went to seek the cross, only to find a crimson cosmos
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