Cover di The Visitor

The Visitor
Album - 20 aprile 1998 - Debaser id 15066

di Arena

Dead calm
Raining all over me
Too late
Sense of mortality
Dark skies
Threaten to swallow me
Down to the flame
While my flesh and my bone melt away
I defy you to stand on the crack in the ice
With the power of your hand
On the crack in the ice

Men
Raped and discarded
Are left dead
The vultures will feed on them
Lost cause
Tearing this life apart
Thrown to the flame
While my flesh and my bone melt away

I defy you to stand on the crack in the ice
With the power of your hand
On the crack in the ice

Take this moment so close to my heart
You held the white rose out
Just before we parted
Take this moment so far away in dreams
I can feel the thorns bite
But the flower died, it seems

Hold this feeling so close to my heart
You brought the passion out
Just before we parted
Hold this feeling so far away in dreams
I can feel the thorns bite
But the flower starts to bleed

I defy you to stand on the crack in the ice
With the power of your hand
On the crack in the ice
Il tuo voto:
Instrumental
Il tuo voto:
Walk along the waterfall
Watching as the world turns red
Wonder where the river flows
And the blood on the river bed
Poison lies too close to us
Reach across the salt and sand
Moving deeper into the land
Following the waterfall
Watching as the world turns green
Wonder where the river flows
The copper face remains unseen
Ignorance has failed to cleanse
Reach across the salt and sand
Moving deeper into the land

Crying as the earth cries out
Weeping as the land decays
Wonder if I could have helped
Maybe I'd have found a way
Poison lies too close to us
Reach across the salt and sand
Moving deeper into the land

Cling to the branch of a tree
That was waiting for
Something to preach
Someone to teach
The Word was the first
And the last to be heard
From the branch of the tree
It was praying for me to fall down

Climb to the top of a tree
That was waiting for
Someone to warn
A life to be torn into
Pieces of gold
For a soul to be sold
And the heart of the tree
Was crying for me to come back

Take me to the hanging tree
There's a man in the light
And he's pointing at me
Guide me to the hanging tree
It's the place that I come from
Walk along the waterline
Reach across the salt and the sand
Moving deeper into the land

Take me to the hanging tree
There's a boy in the light
And he's staring at me
Take me to the hanging tree
It's the place that I come from
Walk along the waterline
Reach across the salt and the sand
Moving deeper into the land
I'm falling.....Falling down again!
Il tuo voto:
Thinly veiled, a cruel disguise
Vengeance lies behind these eyes
Glaring from the pulpit
As the Fallen Angels follow me
Plageristic sermons
Hiding voyeuristic undertones
Foolishly they will embrace
And ignorant they follow me
You've never truly known
The kind of place that I come from
You turned your back on all the signs
That bore the words of warning

Come to me my simple child
Tear apart your innocence
Pray with me beloved son
And I will help you find a way
Think before you throw yourself
Upon the tables and the merchant s
Are you sure this temple
Isn't just another cruel perversion?

You've never truly known
The kind of place that I come from
You turned your back on all the signs
That bore the words of warning

Don't look for comfort in this house of mine
Don't ask for mercy at my image or my shrine
Don't seek forgiveness at this house of mine
Don't build a temple here
And wait for me to walk into the fire

I will make this promise now
A simple thing, a sacred vow
Come with me my pretty Angel
I will show you how to fly
We will fall together
Into unforgiving night we plunge!
Chained by sin and clothed by guilt
We will be as one forever

Don't look for comfort in this house of mine
Don't ask for mercy at my image or my shrine
Don't look for comfort in this house of mine
Don't break the Holy bread or drink the Holy wine
Don't seek forgiveness at this house of mine
Don't build a temple here
And wait for me to walk into the fire
Il tuo voto:
Instrumental
Il tuo voto:
Half heard cries in the night
Bolt the door, put out the light
The clock just stopped, time goes slow
Listen to my voice on the telephone

Fine prayers, sweet dreams
Don't forget to breathe, my friend
You're not the only one
To look me in the eyes again

Half heard screams in the night
The man's down deep 'cos he died of fright
There's a dog bite - Flash light
Throw him in the room with the clues and the dynamite

Fine prayers sweet dreams
Don't forget to breathe, my friend
You're not the only one
To look me in the eyes again

You saw! You saw!
A figure in the fog with razor claws
You saw! You saw!
A devil in the dark, we've met before

Fine prayers, sweet dreams
Don't forget to breathe, my friend
You're not the only one
To look me in the eyes again

Half seen shadows in the night
Burning hands and tortured sight
All the children of the storm are waiting
Half seen shadows in the night
Blood red rooms and fire light
All the children of the storm are waiting

And as you stand glued to the line
Your heart just stopped
And now you're mine!

Don't run away
Il tuo voto:
Something on the edge of this place
Something on the edge of my mind
Getting closer to me
Growing stronger in me all the time
The young foretell a life ahead
The old look back on a life that's been led
But I - I see nothing
Got too much sand across my head
Sit there waiting for the phone to ring
Hopes in the attic, tied up with string
On a top shelf, bottom drawer
Any place I could ignore
The falling of this hero

No! Don't let the child die here
Don't let the child die here
Don't let his life just fade away
Don't let the child die....

I made a promise - my soul laid bare
Signed and sealed on a wing, on a prayer
But thrown to the darkness
It lies beyond repair
This solemn oath I swore to you
Has been neglected and unused
In a back room, not on show
Anywhere just not to know
The falling of this hero

No! Don't let the child die here
Don't let the child die here
Don't let his life just fade away
Don't let the child die....
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