Στοίχοι:
Cradle Of Thorns

most basic ingredients To see the unseen glitter of life And feel the dirt, grief, anger and strife Cherish the certainly of now It kills you a bit at a time Cradle

the graveyard to the cradle All the bells of wonder chime No further complication Here for the queen or for the pawn Night of such revelation The Jew is trembling on the thorn

Stuck in the middle I burrow inside Back to the cradle Away from the burdens Of all my crimes Before it's fatal The past has found me The truth come

on the frightened man Bring her sweet peace ere she rests on the breast of God With the nutrnegs and oak-apples of her rosary That counts the praying sand Who cradles

And they have left their mark. The Glamour is shed to reveal The world's ugliness to be all that is real I call upon the thorns of the hedge To join

to cruelty Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped

lustre Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice Perverting virtue Enslaving grace Behind the glittering mask of pride Saving face finding thorns to

may spy us here And quicken the pulse of dawn Embering flames writhe to life again The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back

, As the pain in my eyes becomes to clear Destroyed! By the sounds so empty, Empty as the answer to my prayers God! You're still robbing my cradle