Dalszövegek
Metal Church Into Dust

a man I gotta get some of that magic I hear the voices calling A song I dare not trust And all my sleepless dreaming It all turns into dust I stopped

distant stars chilling in its failings With planets spinning deep in space parading all its flavours We sit and stare into the night and contemplate forever Slip away into

Blackwall side From the poisinous drains a vision appear New circle of cranes and new reason to be here The big silverdome raising up into the dawn Above the church