Blue sky- the sun is shining bright
Silence- the noises crystalsed
Freezing when you feel the frantic form
Breathe in the revenge for ancient sins
Black- ancient poser
Black- creeping hazard
Black- out of darkness
Black- black rain
Falling rain washed away the light
No excuse can justify the pain
Black- ancient power
Black- creeping hazard
Black- out of darkness
Black- black rain
As I watched the rising sun
A walking shadow on the run
There′s no hope and there′s no anger, I′m defensless
I stand alone out in the cold
Ten more miles on desert sand
The farth still shakes – I hear tank shells explode
Is it just a dead memory
Stranded in the thirty third latitude degree
A few words of truth could never lie
Who will kill me – I′m a refugee alive
In and out – I watch the sky explode
Enough – our mission′s sold
The gushing black rain kills us all
In and out – I watch the sky explode
Enough – our mission′s sold
Even if the black rain kills us all
As men of honour and belief
We never knew our enemies
There′s no reason that′s worth dying for
As I hear the silence break
A so called fight, a big mistake
Or was it just to see another thousand die
Under friendly fire of our own crew
Another day will never come true
In and out – I watch the sky explode
Enough – our mission′s sold
The gushing black rain kills us all
In and out – I watch the sky explode
Enough – our mission′s sold
Even if the black rain kills us all
Stood there leaning to the city moon,
casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night / but night could not come
so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away
and fed the empty galleries
with the artifacts of the black rain
sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his heart
to rouse a sacred confrontation
Stood there carving on the monument to lies
digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
he disappears into her cold, icy womb