Blood Of The Nations

In the cool of the evening, when the fires start burning bright Hear the twilight callin', as the flames burst into the night It's creeping in your bloodstream... like a metal disease Underneath the streetlights, everything is larger than life Ya hea

A shadow in an empty doorway Call your name but no reply I still see your face But there's no trace Photographs No good bye Seems like I must dreaming but it's all here in black and white A hollow, lost and empty feeling They say all wounds are heale