Song | Black Eyes |
Artist | Candlemass |
Album | Chapter VI |
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How bright are the fires of thought | |
In a chain of command | |
How bright is the medical torch | |
When it's put in our hand | |
My microbes and I | |
Can't wait to lay down and die | |
We realise that we must be spent | |
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent | |
How bright are the fires of thought | |
In a chain of command | |
My bloodgroup and me | |
A body of soldiers are we | |
To the wound we quickly flowed | |
And we fought with the weapons in our | |
Chemical code | |
How bright are the fires of thought | |
In a chain of command |