Letra de The Ballad Of Solomon Eagle (Live)
Solomon Eagle was a Quaker at the time of the plague And he considered himself as a prophet He used to run around putting a big pan of boiling fat on his head Saying that the plague was like a pestilence Sent from God to right the sins of mankind and other thing (Naked at the time) yeah, yeah, start walk naked as well Reportedly, two days after he was seen running across Southwark Cathedral His wife died or somethingTwisted tyrant master headed for disaster I want the cities to crash and burn Heading to the country, I know they'll never catch me I'll take what's mine and I'll never returnProphet to the unborn, a primal need for scorn Can't put a price on my sanity Preacher to the suffering, I'm the king of nothing But I will reign for eternityI think I'm losing my mind Got no conception of right These visions scarring my brain I'm slowly going insaneCome kneel before me, let the world abhor me I think I'm searching for suffering My own religion, my sadistic vision Turning death into prophecyThis is where I'm doing my vocals (I think I'm losing my mind)(These visions scarring my brain) Do you feel is anything we need to double, or effect, or harmonize? Alright, mate What do you really want?The beginning beat, beginning was alright (yeah) This is making of "Cities Of Frost" What do you think, Malley? (Frosty) What do you think, Chris? (Needs more triangle) What do you think, Ed?