I woke up in a cold sweat From a dream at 3 a.m. I was drifting on a sea of shadows The rain was whipping in the wind I saw a man, dressed all in black
that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her
the town you heard it played Even pepi from napoli He sang to marie this serenade [qui inizia hymne a l'amour] If the sun should tumble from the sky If the sea
the town you heard it played Even Papi from Napoli He sang to Marie this serenade [qui inizia Hymne a l'amour] If the sun should tumble from the sky If the sea
mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man. I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil
Sun breaks over the spritsail yard. Jib sheet's hauling to leeward hard. Crosstree's humming a morning hymn. I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim. (His name
me to my fantasy Hold on tight Baby, hold on tight Magic carpet ride The butterfly superior of cosmic dust and sand Sings the hymn of mystery and shadows
The vaulted eel is lost at sea Playing by the swans His figure eights and knocking pins Left the heart unharmed Drippy days you'll see him land Tasting
will march with us forever against the hordes of the black lord for the salvation of the enchanted lands. Goodbye, brother... goodbye...!" Part II: The Hymn
ROAR OF THE THUNDER ALLY OF THE SUN AND THE MOON... GREAT SWORDMASTER RULE! Between the waves of the raging sea echoes of warcries and battle hymns the
wind in short supply Birds can sing the morning hymn Days of grey, nights of black Wishing wells and bells of hell Fly dark angel fly Fly away Birds can sing the morning hymn
in the sea of joy Take me from all this world of turmoil Deliver me, deliver me, redemption, redemption Yeah, fly me on the wings of an angel Bathe me in the sea
deep under fields Under sacrificial graves In the burning earth Carve runes upon the horns Stain them red with blood We mumble our spells and sing our hymns
From the western isles to the tasman sea There's a world of men and machinery But the birds still sing and the sun shines free No, I don't need much when
can I keep still? For if I don't speak Your name creation will I know You took the old from me and gave me a new song A hymn of praise to You my God
Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me Dig a hole and throw it out to sea Break the code, how happy I could
the Nations We don't have no time for patience Heavens rejoice and the earth will exalt Oh no, come swing back like a catapult The sea and its fullness
submarine numbers On the main street of the sea The Vicar is thicker And I just can't see through to him For his cardinal sings A collection of hymns