The Phone Goes Dead

THE PHONE GOES DEAD, my new album. Following on from New Alliance in September, this album blends together much of the lyrical experiences I've had over the last three years. It's metal and it's pop and it's punk rock all in one. I hope you enjoy.

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14. 13. Clouds Of The Beast

Riders of doom they explode from the wind

Coming for souls of all those who have sinned

Hooves pound the floor they are taking your lives

Wielding their weapons, reflecting the scythe

Torment and bloodshed the clouds rolling in

Prayers of madness a new battle hymn

Rising from oceans, the surface it breaks

Here to quench evil, deleting mistakes

Somewhere in time, you came here before

You showed me the heavens and showed me hell’s door

 

Somewhere in the sky I see a masquerade

Here we go we go to join the black parade

 

Demons a plenty are trapped in my mind

Hallucinations all that’s left behind

Darkness it clouds me stabbing my heart

My good side is fighting to keep us apart

I am a horseman, the rider of hope

Hiding the dying with blackening smoke

Guess we run away, when we don’t want to see

We lie to ourselves that’s all we’re gonna be

One day we’ll see the bad in our lives

The villain created from darkness inside

 

Somewhere in the sky I see a masquerade

Here we go we go to join the black parade

 

The CLOUDS OF THE BEAST are rolling in

Revelations echoing our sins

The storm of fire is raging overhead

Acid pours down, here comes the end

 

We ride from the danger, running’s what we do

We’ll turn on each other not unite against you

Nuclear weapons send their heavy load

Into the arms of a god, a stronghold

Don’t underestimate powers at be

A master of lightning for all we can see

Turn to the light and confess all our sins

All blood red like murder all human things

 

Somewhere on the ground the cracks begin to show

If this is all over why don’t we just let go

 

The CLOUDS OF THE BEAST are rolling in

Revelations echoing our sins

The storm of fire is raging overhead

Acid pours down, here comes the end

My eyes are burning from the sun

The fire blisters everyone

Rising welts so like our race

On this dead rock out in space

 

The CLOUDS OF THE BEAST, they are rolling in

Open the book we must record our sins

What do we mean when we say it is youth

If only a lie could be told with such truth

The things we have all wash away

The tide is too strong, goodbye to today

I ask do you see, you tell me it’s fake

So reminiscent of last judgement day

We can slay titans, we’re gods ourselves

But if they come for us there will be no help

 

Somewhere in the sky I see a masquerade

Here we go we go to join the black parade

 

The CLOUDS OF THE BEAST are rolling in

Revelations echoing our sins

The storm of fire is raging overhead

Acid pours down, here comes the end

My eyes are burning from the sun

The fire blisters everyone

Rising welts so like our race

On this dead rock out in space

 

Riders of doom they explode from the wind

Coming for souls of all those who have sinned

Something come full circle we lay on the ground

A meteor falling, lands without sound!

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