歌曲 | Serpents in Camouflage |
歌手 | Citizen cain |
专辑 | Serpents in Camouflage |
I saw a vision and maybe it was true | |
Crystals and nine strange enemies | |
The third one approached me silently | |
His charms in a leather bag | |
He threw some stones and the wind turned cold | |
Wolves cried out to Nemesis | |
The old major at the table | |
Battle crazed armies, test-tube chemistry | |
Can you tell me what you think it means | |
Wandering aimlessly out in a storm | |
It was cool but a chill ran right through my soul | |
Something has camouflaged this feeling deep inside | |
I never thought I would see what I've seen | |
I'm no fool but my eyes tell a different story | |
Something has camouflaged this feeling deep inside | |
The old major's just a fable | |
His shimmering vision polite hostility | |
Something has camouflaged this feeling deep inside | |
You're in a landscape where the crows and dogs | |
Invite you all to tea | |
Yes you and me | |
Now the wind has found me | |
I'm dressed in white but I don't know who I am | |
Just a child dressed for fortune and pain | |
Am I on the inside just looking | |
Tell me if you can | |
Somewhere further away from where I lie | |
And if there's danger approaching | |
Well maybe it's in my mind | |
Dreaming always of blue butterflies | |
As we step closer still moving | |
Beyond the promised land | |
Where's my brother that blue butterfly | |
We are the voice of home | |
Running as fast as you can | |
We know you're not at home | |
It's all part of our plan | |
Hey Michael I'll walk that tightrope with you | |
Over bridges and dead butterflies | |
Can you hear the wolves crying out from below | |
Over bridges they just flutter by | |
Oh they flutter | |
We are the voice of home | |
Running as fast as you can | |
We know you're not at home | |
It's all part of our plan | |
Unlikely faces, unlikely forms | |
Stretching motorways | |
Derelict buildings forgotten homes | |
His symphony's in disgrace | |
Constantine’s steeples where jack's that play | |
He's covering the walls with ice | |
His serpents are dying in camouflage | |
The major is forced aside | |
To the old soldier's home | |
The wolf has changed his clothing | |
He's dressed in shirt and tie | |
He whistles some long forgotten tune | |
He longs for the winter | |
The ice in his eye, he begins | |
The hour of the cyclone | |
Fortunes return | |
The storms of war in the air | |
He grabs a child | |
He takes me on a journey | |
Over what will be | |
I remember that long forgotten tune | |
And there in the distance an ally in the wind | |
And we begin | |
Begin to fall, begin to fall | |
He grabs the child | |
Don't you know me | |
Don't you hold me | |
Your fortune's just a memory | |
It's carved on every dogwood tree | |
Don't you know me | |
Don't you hold me | |
I said your fortune's just a memory | |
To die on every dogwood tree | |
And it's you and me | |
Now who approaches, show yourself | |
Oh Serpentine | |
Hear the voice crying out from below | |
Destroy the kingdom of old Constantine | |
All the children of Cain's bloody line | |
The wolves are moving much closer | |
Oh Serpentine | |
Set to feast on your flesh and your bones | |
I see your major impaled left to die | |
To the crows and dogs you flutter by | |
So as you walk on that long avenue | |
Where the serpent died in camouflage | |
Can you hear the wolves crying out from below | |
Now the serpent's lost his camouflage | |
So as you live on that long avenue | |
Over bridges and dead butterflies | |
Can you hear the wolves crying out from below | |
In the distance they just flutter by | |
Serpents in camouflage | |
The serpent has died in camouflage | |
Serpents in camouflage |
I saw a vision and maybe it was true | |
Crystals and nine strange enemies | |
The third one approached me silently | |
His charms in a leather bag | |
He threw some stones and the wind turned cold | |
Wolves cried out to Nemesis | |
The old major at the table | |
Battle crazed armies, testtube chemistry | |
Can you tell me what you think it means | |
Wandering aimlessly out in a storm | |
It was cool but a chill ran right through my soul | |
Something has camouflaged this feeling deep inside | |
I never thought I would see what I' ve seen | |
I' m no fool but my eyes tell a different story | |
Something has camouflaged this feeling deep inside | |
The old major' s just a fable | |
His shimmering vision polite hostility | |
Something has camouflaged this feeling deep inside | |
You' re in a landscape where the crows and dogs | |
Invite you all to tea | |
Yes you and me | |
Now the wind has found me | |
I' m dressed in white but I don' t know who I am | |
Just a child dressed for fortune and pain | |
Am I on the inside just looking | |
Tell me if you can | |
Somewhere further away from where I lie | |
And if there' s danger approaching | |
Well maybe it' s in my mind | |
Dreaming always of blue butterflies | |
As we step closer still moving | |
Beyond the promised land | |
Where' s my brother that blue butterfly | |
We are the voice of home | |
Running as fast as you can | |
We know you' re not at home | |
It' s all part of our plan | |
Hey Michael I' ll walk that tightrope with you | |
Over bridges and dead butterflies | |
Can you hear the wolves crying out from below | |
Over bridges they just flutter by | |
Oh they flutter | |
We are the voice of home | |
Running as fast as you can | |
We know you' re not at home | |
It' s all part of our plan | |
Unlikely faces, unlikely forms | |
Stretching motorways | |
Derelict buildings forgotten homes | |
His symphony' s in disgrace | |
Constantine' s steeples where jack' s that play | |
He' s covering the walls with ice | |
His serpents are dying in camouflage | |
The major is forced aside | |
To the old soldier' s home | |
The wolf has changed his clothing | |
He' s dressed in shirt and tie | |
He whistles some long forgotten tune | |
He longs for the winter | |
The ice in his eye, he begins | |
The hour of the cyclone | |
Fortunes return | |
The storms of war in the air | |
He grabs a child | |
He takes me on a journey | |
Over what will be | |
I remember that long forgotten tune | |
And there in the distance an ally in the wind | |
And we begin | |
Begin to fall, begin to fall | |
He grabs the child | |
Don' t you know me | |
Don' t you hold me | |
Your fortune' s just a memory | |
It' s carved on every dogwood tree | |
Don' t you know me | |
Don' t you hold me | |
I said your fortune' s just a memory | |
To die on every dogwood tree | |
And it' s you and me | |
Now who approaches, show yourself | |
Oh Serpentine | |
Hear the voice crying out from below | |
Destroy the kingdom of old Constantine | |
All the children of Cain' s bloody line | |
The wolves are moving much closer | |
Oh Serpentine | |
Set to feast on your flesh and your bones | |
I see your major impaled left to die | |
To the crows and dogs you flutter by | |
So as you walk on that long avenue | |
Where the serpent died in camouflage | |
Can you hear the wolves crying out from below | |
Now the serpent' s lost his camouflage | |
So as you live on that long avenue | |
Over bridges and dead butterflies | |
Can you hear the wolves crying out from below | |
In the distance they just flutter by | |
Serpents in camouflage | |
The serpent has died in camouflage | |
Serpents in camouflage |