of fireflies and diamond eyes And moving like fog, I starve to raise sleepwalking hunter in the night Step into an ongoing nightmare go ride into blistering
a ring of firelight Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by The scent of exotic incenses and spices A nomad ritual of mourning
the pale interior of this empty Ark A grand ceremony for the bastard prince Who mourn his lost sphere of Archeen On the North Sea, the King's Hall Dance
You turn my mourning into dancing again You've lifted my sorrow I can't stay silent I must sing for you, joy has come
morning And Your faithfulness, Your faithfulness at night Your deeds have made me glad I sing for joy at the work of Your hands You turned my mourning into dancing
Siddhartha, sits staring into the reflection in my eyes. As a sullen funeral procession gathers. To dance around my dead heart. Like Lucifer; i fell into
hymns We're not on our own you know It's all around the world 'Cause this is freedom generation Living for revival in this time Hallelujah, You've turned my mourning into dancing
own you know It's all around the world Cos this is the freedom generation Living for revival in this time Hallelujah, people everywhere are singing Hallelujah, you've turned my mourning into dancing
my venom Kiss the cobras with thy twisted tongue So shalt thou join the emryrean circus Where beggars mourn and seraphs dance
starwalk to merge into the stars "Open thy veins for my venom Kiss the cobras with thy twisted tongue So shalt thou join the empyrean circus Where beggars mourn and seraphs dance
Bloody red glow came into sight to brighten Dance darkness of night up Gods gave rise to a new war! This was is not just a war Today brothers kill each
gun. Brown Eskimo didn't want me to go, when I told her I must run. And she gave me the name of the Restless One. Then I strolled into a tavern in that
in there Holdin' my mic like the staff of Ra Bringin' true light after dark Brothers are live, but still unborn It's almost morn and it's time to mourn
the ACCUSED MINISTER. ASSASSIN MINISTER crosses to MINISTER, pulls out a knife, and kills him. The Dance goes into high gear.) MINISTERS Build it, build it Build it- (DANCE
Good morning, C.B. (During this exchange, the lights have come up on SHELDRAKE's office. SHELDRAKE, a mournful, dyspeptic figure sits behind his desk, speaking into
love I have no time for petty things that are trivial Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance I'm not a dancer, that's what leg 1 and 2 are for I
that Jesus has been sent and everything is different. You turn ashes into beauty You are for me, not against me now You found me somehow You turn mourning into dancing You turn weeping into
Male Monks: Listen to the rythm of the shovel in the gravel and the murmurs of the spirits that you fear, dancing in the shadows of the future. Your future