When the young man came back home
He took his head in both hands, full of science
Brain, rich brain
Do you hear the madness flow?.
Asking for a barrier
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
Asking for a barrier
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
When the home man came back home
He heard sad scales sound
Piano crying in the night
Scales
Old scales
We search and search again
Her husband locked me out
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
Her husband locked me out
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
When the young man came back home
He stuck his nose into his soul
Where all his troubles ferment
Soul, sweet soul, their oil's too old
for your flame
Night's everywhere outside
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
Night's everywhere outside
Then this young man
with problems loaded
Found a sharp knife, a gift in its sheath
Blade take aim
Be sharper than any dame
And you, O God, forgive me now
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
And you O God, forgive me now
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
When the gravedigger reached his home
He saw it was a sweet soul
The sort that nowadays is rare
Soul
Sleep sweetly my soul
It's better when you're dead
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
It's better when you're dead
Dig a ditch, dig it deep
We will have beds filled with light scents
Sofas as deep as tombs
And strange flowers on shelves
Blooming for us
beneath more beautiful skies
We will exchange
a single flash of lightning
Like a long sob, charged full with farewells
And later an Angel, opening the doors
Will come to revive, faithful and joyous
The tarnished mirrors
and the dead flames
O Death, old Captain, it is time.
Weigh anchor!
Let's sail
beyond the doldrums of our days
Though black as pitch the sea and sky
you know our hearts are full of light
Pour us poison to revive our souls!
It cheers the burning quest
that we pursue
Who cares for Hell or Heaven
In the depths of the unknown
we seek out the New!.
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Song: Vultures
Artist: The Moscow Coup Attempt
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