Woorden:
Dead Can Dance Flowers Of The Sea

Instrumental

, write novels Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah And half owl, I took the path of Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead

sharks play Weapons left behind, we dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy, you're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance

are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead

:] I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills The crackling of the dead leaves counts the steps that lead me to the sea [Chorus:] Listen to

Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea

you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea

how sharks play Weapons left behind We dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy You're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance

spectre with fury ablaze In sheets of sharp silver laid youthful to die reborn into vengeance, dark flames dance in grace Dark flames dance in grace