文本歌词

Thusly Spoken - Dust
Angry angels cried
Satan yearning cast a spell on us
Cherubim with wings that cannot fly
Dancing demons fill the sky
Toasting drinks for two
Sipping wrinkles from an aged spoon
Passing glances at a blind man's tear
Poison gasses fill the air
The burning bush on the fiery plain
Still inhabiting my brain
Quite a vivid scene
On the picture screen
Colored by your mind
The lonely lost on the caravan
Still pursuing just a desert tan
Quite a courtly game
For the pure insane
Written by the mask
Amethyst and lace
Broken women and their dossier
Bleeding clowns
With tongues that badly shake
'Tis the hour of the snake