Dead asleep the city dreams

Holding up its arms like limbs of steel

Mountains rise like mounds of sand

The boiling sea has swallowed up the land



On the eighth day

On the eighth day

Dancing dead are knocking on my door

In acid rain they came to mourn

To raise the flag to raise the tune

You know they'll be here soon

The eighth day

The eighth day



Hollow homes and gloomy streets

The people next door are looking more like circus freaks

On the eighth day

Echoes of the midnight chime

The clock moves on but what a waste of time



On the eighth day

On the eighth day

Dancing devil knocking on my door

It has to grey that came to more

To raise the flag to raise a tune

You know they'll be here soon

The eighth day

The eighth day

The eighth day



Pure white heat and blood of sands

Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round

On the eighth day

Pools of fear and eyes that shine

The mirrors craked but I know they'll be mine oh mine



On the eighth day

On the eighth day

Dancing devil knocking on my door

It has to grey that came to more

To raise the flag to raise a tune

You know they'll be here soon

The eighth day

The eighth day

The eighth day



The eighth day