Black Sun- Dead Can Dance

Murderer

man of fire.

Murderer

i've seen the eyes of living dead.

it's the same game - survival.

the great mass play a waiting game.

embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain.

all sense of freedom gone.

Black sun in a white world.

like having a black sun in a white world.

I have a son,

his name is eden.

it's his birthright,

beyond estranged time.

Give me 69 years,

another season in this hell.

it's all sex and death as far as i can tell.

Like prometheus we are bound,

chained to this rock of a brave new world,

our godforsaken lot.

and i feel that's all we've ever needed to know,

'til worlds end and the seas run cold.