The Alchemist
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain
Don't turn away - don't turn away
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain
Don't turn away - don't try to hide
Sulphurous and burning, spitting out the sun
The beginning of creation, of the golden one
A window to the west, a blazing star above
In taurus we begin it and the ladder has begun
Don't try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
You're hollow lives, this world in which we live
I throw it back
Four headed dragon for the four degrees of fire
Purify the insane, bring the solution ever higher
Bring me all the elements, spread them round my head
Bring me mad men's bodies, I will break them all like bread
Don't try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
You're hollow lives, this world in which we live
I hurl it back
Don't try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
You're hollow lives, this world in which we live
I throw it back
Don't try and blame me for your games
Your games are death
My world it light, the angels fill my eyes
With every breath
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
Don't turn away - don't turn away
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain
Don't turn away - don't try to hide
Sulphurous and burning, spitting out the sun
The beginning of creation, of the golden one
A window to the west, a blazing star above
In taurus we begin it and the ladder has begun
Don't try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
You're hollow lives, this world in which we live
I throw it back
Four headed dragon for the four degrees of fire
Purify the insane, bring the solution ever higher
Bring me all the elements, spread them round my head
Bring me mad men's bodies, I will break them all like bread
Don't try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
You're hollow lives, this world in which we live
I hurl it back
Don't try and blame me for your sins
For the sun has burned me black
You're hollow lives, this world in which we live
I throw it back
Don't try and blame me for your games
Your games are death
My world it light, the angels fill my eyes
With every breath
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris, Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers
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