[highlander] what heathen place is this that I′ve arrived in is now the time I pay for all my sins I can′t believe that this is God′s creation this realm was fashioned by the Deil′s ane hand
[indian (chorus)] no it has been foretold, in our legends of old wake the spirit within, let the journey begin
[highlander] this quest you speak of is for redemption how can we travel when our souls are lost you think we find ourselves at gates of new salvation when I can only sense the end is here
[indian (chorus)]
[knight] we′re at the gates of Avalon, the island of spirits, we′re at the gates of Avalon, in search of the grail
[B. THE HALL OF ISIS AND OSIRIS]
[roman] there′s no way out, slaves for eternity down in the underworld, the jaws of Orcus I call on Jupiter, the ruler of the gods show us the way, from damnation to salvation
[egyptian (chorus)] the fields of Yaaru lie waiting for us all rejoice! the judges have ruled we have been chosen to enter the great hall of Isis and Osiris
[roman] no you′re wrong, we′re trapped here in darkness among departed souls, and mislaid spirits I call on Mars, the ancient god of war grant me the power, to free me from this evil
[egyptian (chorus)]
[C. STRANGE CONSTELLATIONS]
[highlander] can you see the stars? can you recognize the constellations? if I could only see the hills that we′re supposed to climb even the sunlight.....it doesn′t warm.....doesn′t wam how are we gonna find our way? if we can′t recognize the stars, if we can′t recognize the constellations where do we go?
[D. REPRISE]
[highlander] the quest you speak of, it isn′t bound for glory no grail exists within this heathen land you think we find ourselves at gates of new salvation when I can only sense...the end is near
The temperature′s through the floor Your fingers are turning black There′s a crisis knocking at your door
One nine seven seven One nine seven seven
You had better try to make it home The snow is getting too deep to drive Your car might be your coffin
One nine seven seven One nine seven seven
We′re never gonna see the summer, This season is coming, long and hard. Yeah this town is going under This season′s going to kill us all.
Catch the snowflakes little children Count them as they bury you alive Count them as they choke the road ways A blizzard′s coming in the year punk died
One nine seven seven
This season has left us all helpless I can′t see and even God is blind And deaf to all your prayers
One nine seven seven One nine seven seven
There′s nothing that you can do The weathers stronger than us all The sky is going to crush you
One nine seven seven One nine seven seven
This season′s growing cold I fear that this could be the end There′s no sign of hope We′ve got a crisis on our hands.
The junkie is stuck indoors Pretty soon he′s gonna need a fix But the weather′s not gonna let him He′s starting to get the itch
The season′s holding us all hostage Better do whatever it demands Nature knows that we′ve got a crisis Weighing on our frost bitten hands
(One) There′s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you. (Nine) There′s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you. (Seven) There′s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you. (Seven) There′s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you.
This season′s growing cold I fear that this could be the end And there′s no sign of hope We′ve got a crisis on our hands
Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like a lettuce Go on and dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I′m thirty-something
Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree
You′re perfect, yes, it′s true But without me you′re only you (you′re only you) Your menstruating heart It ain′t bleedin′ enough for two
It′s a midlife crisis It′s a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance The salt and the Kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back A little discipline A donor by habit A little discipline Rent an opinion
Sense of security Holding blunt instrument I′m a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee
You′re perfect, yes, it′s true But without me you′re only you Your menstruating heart It ain′t bleeding enough for two
It′s a midlife crisis...
You′re perfect, yes, it′s true But without me you′re only you Your menstruating heart It ain′t bleeding enough for two [repeat until fade]
All my loves are hidden in pieces all my loves are within a wild night (x4) if they are still up high well throw them to the sea (x3) watch the murder of the wilds to the music of the deep oww wild night wild night wild night within a wild night wild night within a wild night
"I am birth – I am death I′m an elusive symbol for eternal come and go for come and go
I have come – I have gone I have shown you moira and her restless re-creation your own re-creation"
"never, no never the day will go down on me within knowing him by my side sothis, o sothis, don′t pass me again before I know how to heal who is shattered by the forces of the night"