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PROMETHEAN LYRICS
"Somber Regards" (1998)
1. Rat Dance
2. It's The Light
3. Blazah
4. Self-portrait
5. Somber Regards
6. Spiderland
7. Penny Whistle + Attack Of Überwermi
1. Rat Dance
Ride, ride on the solar winds of dreams
Ride through the divine scenes,
Let me hold you near
In a way,
You are still somewhat unreal,
But behind your eyes of steel,
I can sense a burning fire
Ride, ride on wings of night
One has to guide the blind,
Make them see the light
Come, come and greet me with love
Come and be the one,
Let me hold you near
And now, as the dream and the spell have been broken
Words once beautiful spoken,
Is there anything left for us
From the ashes, the whores and the junkies now wander
Trying to pull me down under,
Away from the noise.
2. It's The Light
He knows you well,
he has watched your love decay
The snake comes in an expected form
But in your heart,
there are places,
you managed to hide from him so well
Lady of dreams and many songs,
your memory can never fade
Mistakes made, promises broken
Even he who guides the blind must fall
I know you well,
I've watched your love decay
The snake comes in an expected form
In your heart,
there are places,
you managed to hide from me so well
3. Blazah
Go, go away said the man and I went down,
down the stairs,
In the kitchen the day was spent
I looked at the household objects,
very old
And in the backyard kids were playing,
I was told
Rays of sun, shimmering sun
Rays of sun, Promethean sun
Back in the backyard the rain had stopped,
stopped to flow
I looked at my brand new watch,
time to go
Rays of sun, shimmering sun
Rays of sun, Promethean sun
4. Self-portrait
Forgive me sister for I've sinned
now you must make pay
hurt me well, hard as hell,
so that I will be purified
Come and conquer my heart
with your voice and your laughter
Even though you don't care
this should happen much faster
The eclipse of my soul,
my soul is very old
old as time, cold as ice
and covered with bitter scars
The old man sang
and the crowd burst in tears
would that happen to me
I'll reveal you my fears
In my hour of pain
there was no-one around
not a friend, not a foe,
but now I'm back for good
They say that I'm cold
and I do plead guilty
But you can not blame me
you don't know what I've been through.
5. Somber Regards
Blood once so divine bled on the rocks,
my lifeless corpse left for the beats
In your mind memory of me had already started to fade
Embraced to death, but never released,
all that she wept didn't much help
It's so unfair wasn't their fault
since she was born all went just wrong
Crimson light, blinding my eyes
how futile and small it makes me feel
Feverish dream, like flesh covered with flies a weeping hayfield,
yet still so real
No sleeping pills taken tonight
memories they live painful and bright
Like a ghost in her gown, waiting for dawn.
In her suite where the ghostlike ones meet
Crimson light, blinding my eyes
how futile and small it makes me feel
Feverish dream, like flesh covered with flies a weeping hayfield,
yet still so real
6. Spiderland
"What a marvellous dream",
I heard a bird scream
footprints filled with hot lead
dead babies well fed
Come and follow me now
and I will show you how
to find the door and enter spiderland
There behind the trees we saw the spiders
but to our surprise they were much bigger than we had thought
Long hairy legs and eyes so mean
maybe we should run, was my last thought
What a horrible dream
I heard myself scream
fallen out of the bed
the cat was to be fed
But one thing had been left undone
the spider's door had been left open
7. Penny Whistle + Attack Of Überwermi
I'm the last of the kind of the great pipers
bastard son of the great god pan
Come to a forest with a cold north wind
you might hear my penny-whistle sing
I've travelled the world for hundreds of years
and I sure know what's going on
I've been to caves and mountaintops
today the nature is not too strong
The cancer be eaten by a giant worm
death being spread everywhere
now is the time we shall have our revenge
and take the final share
[instrumental "Attack Of Überwermi" in the middle part]
I'm the last of the kind of the great pipers
bastard son of the great god pan
No more forest but a cold north wind
can hear no penny-whistle sing.
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