Testo Calling Lightning, Pt. 2 - Howlin Rain
Testo della canzone Calling Lightning, Pt. 2 (Howlin Rain), tratta dall'album Magnificent Fiend
Someday I'll find your rotting bones
For my golden old friend, it's so hard to let go
While time is drifting like the eyes
In the heart of the birds beneath the northern lights
Lonely the town
Dark is the dusk in the city's bloodshot eyes
There was hardly a sound
But for the feathers of vultures beating the ground
We are only slaves to our ghostly orphan days
Dancing in our graves
Laying in the ruins of the golden age
I work the fields in a dignified way
But my pride was just another agent of decay
You were my song, you tipped your pretty head
And let the laughter fly like you were burning your bread
Oh, the dogs would bay
Your laughter was the law of the brandy day
I tried to wield a greater blade
But all of your life can keep your bloody pride
We are only slaves to our masters' memories
Straggling through the days
Years deceiving the golden age
When we were young, we said we'd never play the game
With our handles of wine and bloodstained blazers
Well, time now has surely passed us by
And I remember our school but little of our crimes
Oh, my dear brothers, what were your names?
And what was the nature of our glorious anger?
The sound we fear is holding our days
Creeping behind us, we were never strangers
We are only slaves to our distant youths and coming grays
Let them say
I was a hardworking stiff and sad in the golden age
We are only slaves to our distant youths and coming grays
Let them say
I was a hardworking stiff and sad in the golden age
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Writer(s): Ethan Prauss Miller
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