ASP - Coming Home
текст песни

At night I lie awake
and not a minute longer can I take
the voices I can hear
chanting of my end
creeping near.

(Again I feel that urge
to arise and follow the dirge
oh melody so sweet
whenever I"ll find you
I may kneel at your feet)

Angel, spread your wings
how beautiful it sounds
when sirens sing.

Coming home
Coming home
to the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
Home, coming home
to the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles

(I can"t resist the power
which spreads throughout
the now haunted tower
it spreads like a disease
now I hear the shadows whisper
in the breeze)

I can hear them moan
in the wind so cold
it cuts through flesh and bone
now I am prey
they will come for me
and I will have to pay.

Angel, spread your wings
how beautful it sounds
when sirens sing.

Coming home
Coming home
to the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
Home, coming home
to the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles

Kein Weg zuruck, Kein Weg hinaus....

(Outside the wind is howling

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you can sense something prowling around
under your skin it"s crawling
forever you"ll be falling)

Down no false move
I don"t know why
I have to reach the roof
and I run up the stairs
the steps all rotten
but I no longer care...

Coming home
Coming home
to the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
Home, coming home
to the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles
the tiles