Lyrics Beasts in Our Time - Steve Hackett
Birdsong
with
bluebells
under
your
feet
Doves
fall
asleep
in
the
garden
of
beasts
Poisons
in
the
mud
of
men
Hatching
out
once
again
Gates
are
wide
open,
they
beckon
you
in
Twisted
road,
let
the
games
begin
Fugitives
bound
on
a
wheel
of
fire
Lucifer′s
lighthouse,
flames
for
hire
Journeys
of
the
damned
sail
through
Underneath
a
merciless
moon
Gathering
clouds,
scream
of
the
gale
Wrecked
on
the
rocks
of
the
daily
wail
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