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The Black Angel's Death Song

The Black Angel's Death Song

(albüm: Le Bataclan '72 - 2004)

The myriad choices of his fate set themselves out upon
A plate for him to choose, what had he to lose
Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother walked on through the night
With his hair
In his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.

The Rally Man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long to his skull
Shrill yell

Shining brightly, red-rimmed and red-lined with the time
Effused with the choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells

Cut mouth bleeding razor's forget in the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So, you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again

Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes serve to realize fame
Choose again
Roberman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go

And if epiphanies terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side
To be on

If the stone glances off split didactics in two
Lay the colors of the mouse trails all's green try between
If you choose
If you choose
Try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game
I Chi-Chi
Chi-Chi I
Chi Chi Chi
Ka-Ta-Ko
Choose to choose
Choose to choose
Choose to go

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