Out of the Shadows
There's a chance that they take
Thrown in together
And decisions they make
Out of their hands
There's a nightmare in sight
Goes on forever
And no one will take flight
Everyone stands
Fifty-thousand lay dead
Out of the shadows
Resurrectionists said
"Oh what a sight"
And someone will get rich
Cheating the gallows
As the scavenger flits
All through the night
No one will cry
Everyone's writing
Their final goodbye
Under the skies
Of scarlet and black
Thousands of eyes
There's no turning back
Morning draws near
The hour is at hand
Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
There's a picture to paint
Broken and haggard
Propositioned too late
Beggar's delight
Riders lay where they fall
Bloody and ragged
To their mothers they call
Frozen in fright
No one will cry
Everyone's writing
Their final goodbye
Under the skies
Of scarlet and black
Thousands of eyes
There's no turning back
Morning draws near
The hour is at hand
Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
What a surprise
They march off to war
Nothing to give
And nothing to score
It seems so clear
The final demand
Waterloo teeth from the ghost of a man
Under the skies
Of scarlet and black
Thousands of eyes
There's no turning back
Morning draws near
The hour is at hand
Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
What a surprise
They march off to war
Nothing to give
And nothing to score
It seems so clear
The final demand
Waterloo teeth from the ghost of a man
Thrown in together
And decisions they make
Out of their hands
There's a nightmare in sight
Goes on forever
And no one will take flight
Everyone stands
Fifty-thousand lay dead
Out of the shadows
Resurrectionists said
"Oh what a sight"
And someone will get rich
Cheating the gallows
As the scavenger flits
All through the night
No one will cry
Everyone's writing
Their final goodbye
Under the skies
Of scarlet and black
Thousands of eyes
There's no turning back
Morning draws near
The hour is at hand
Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
There's a picture to paint
Broken and haggard
Propositioned too late
Beggar's delight
Riders lay where they fall
Bloody and ragged
To their mothers they call
Frozen in fright
No one will cry
Everyone's writing
Their final goodbye
Under the skies
Of scarlet and black
Thousands of eyes
There's no turning back
Morning draws near
The hour is at hand
Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
What a surprise
They march off to war
Nothing to give
And nothing to score
It seems so clear
The final demand
Waterloo teeth from the ghost of a man
Under the skies
Of scarlet and black
Thousands of eyes
There's no turning back
Morning draws near
The hour is at hand
Soon to be over when ghosts walk this land
What a surprise
They march off to war
Nothing to give
And nothing to score
It seems so clear
The final demand
Waterloo teeth from the ghost of a man
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Writer(s): Tony Clarkin
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