Genesis - Cult of Luna
Somewhere along the railway a body divided in two
Somewhere between the screams
Those visions were never seen
I understood the voice
An ancient sacrifice
Buried in wreck
To rise up in a gaze
In marches the bitter man
Fire away again and again
Hang dry curtains are down
Sink down in dumping grounds
Sirens scream in your head when the march lingers on
Hear the echoes of the ceremonial doom
Hear the echoes of the ceremonial doom
In marches the bitter man
Fire away again and again
Hang dry curtains are down
Sink down in dumping grounds
Sirens scream in your head when the march lingers on
Hear the echoes of the ceremonial doom
Hear the echoes of the ceremonial doom
In marches the bitter man
In marches the bitter man
In marches the bitter man
