LYRIC



Took a walk outside just to breathe the air
Banners of pink and blue clouds hung there
The new year began with icy cold array
Crisp and serene in a Wintry kind of way

Followed Isobel through the door
Into a world I’d not seen before
To fateful days of no turning back
Thrown like a limb on a fiery stack
What’s in store I cannot say
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way

Took a trip beyond just to watch the sky
Columns of black and grey smoke rose high
The gathering began with Belarusian call
Dark and terrene in a rotting forest hall

Life’s not a girl you can take for granted
Who’ll be there when you’re drunk on rye
in the ditch?
Love’s not the spell of a woman enchanted
Who’ll be there when you’re at the feet
of the witch?

Followed Isobel through the door
Into a world I’d not seen before
To fateful days of no turning back
Thrown like a limb on a fiery stack
What’s in store I cannot say
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way

Took a leap through time just to meet the earth
Canyons of molten-red flames gave birth
The humans evolved with pure Lemurian fire
Lost and obscene in a falling funeral pyre

What’s in store I cannot say
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way
Strange things are coming this way

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