Song | Black Moon Rising |
Artist | Falconer |
Album | Black Moon Rising |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Seek the golden key | |
That open blessed doors | |
Seek it high and seek it low, | |
Cherish it forever more | |
Heaven’s out of reach | |
For fondling hands of yours | |
Turn around and burn your eyes, | |
Don’t look back as shadows dies | |
Sworn to shed no more tears | |
Another El Dorado yet appears | |
On burning wings you fly | |
Into dead horizon | |
The sun sets forever more | |
Do you see the black moon rising? | |
Dance to the rhythm of fire | |
The flames will make you blind | |
Ascend the rainbow way up high | |
To the crest where dreamers die | |
Through the desert of discontent | |
In his hour of need, | |
Walks the fool on a wicked trail | |
Lost in dunes chasing his own trail |
Seek the golden key | |
That open blessed doors | |
Seek it high and seek it low, | |
Cherish it forever more | |
Heaven' s out of reach | |
For fondling hands of yours | |
Turn around and burn your eyes, | |
Don' t look back as shadows dies | |
Sworn to shed no more tears | |
Another El Dorado yet appears | |
On burning wings you fly | |
Into dead horizon | |
The sun sets forever more | |
Do you see the black moon rising? | |
Dance to the rhythm of fire | |
The flames will make you blind | |
Ascend the rainbow way up high | |
To the crest where dreamers die | |
Through the desert of discontent | |
In his hour of need, | |
Walks the fool on a wicked trail | |
Lost in dunes chasing his own trail |
Seek the golden key | |
That open blessed doors | |
Seek it high and seek it low, | |
Cherish it forever more | |
Heaven' s out of reach | |
For fondling hands of yours | |
Turn around and burn your eyes, | |
Don' t look back as shadows dies | |
Sworn to shed no more tears | |
Another El Dorado yet appears | |
On burning wings you fly | |
Into dead horizon | |
The sun sets forever more | |
Do you see the black moon rising? | |
Dance to the rhythm of fire | |
The flames will make you blind | |
Ascend the rainbow way up high | |
To the crest where dreamers die | |
Through the desert of discontent | |
In his hour of need, | |
Walks the fool on a wicked trail | |
Lost in dunes chasing his own trail |