Running Wild - Sinister Eyes [2017 Remaster] Lyrics
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Sinister Eyes [2017 Remaster]
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What Are The Lyrics For Sinister Eyes [2017 Remaster] By Running Wild?
A blue and blinding light
Is devouring the dark Someone must be there It's no fancy and no lark Footsteps trail my moves I turn around and no one's there Phantom hands that touch my back A pungent smell is in the air Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night Revealing the truth Sinister eyes Deciphering the prophecy Sinister eyes The warning of catastrophe Muddled hours are still lost A weird module at my neck Curious voice that talks to me Piercing eyes that hit my back A dream crawls through my sleep A small and gray skinned seer He talks about the universe I fell, I've known him for a hundred years Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night Revealing the truth Sinister eyes Deciphering the prophecy Sinister eyes The warning of catastrophe, yeah, oh yeah Catastrophe You wonder why there's no contact The man of science twists the truth Politicians telling lies Ooh, these criminals have to lose 2000 years of blood and death No money will ever change the fate Army, church and government Can't you fell their scornful hate? Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night Revealing the truth Sinister eyes Deciphering the prophecy Sinister eyes The warning of catastrophe Sinister eyes Deciphering the prophecy Sinister eyes The warning of catastrophe, oh yeah Catastrophe |
Who Wrote Sinister Eyes [2017 Remaster] By Running Wild?
Rolf Kasparek
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