Eyes on the Ceiling Songtext
von Birdstone

Over the raging storm
With only the stars to carry on
Fire roars
Nor power for rulers, to lean on

Come together
You thieves and beggars
For I got another tale
About thirst, greed and power
Keep your eyes on the ceiling
It will crumble down
To be scattered around the cobblestones
I see splatters of blood
And hounds and hunters thrown
To darken our streets and please the throne
Won′t you show me a way
To shorten the play
When a crowd be rising on to their castles of golden clay


Over the raging storm
With only the stars to carry on
Fire roars
Nor power for rulers, to lean on

They won't back down
Even-in the very end
They′ll just find another crown
Another beast to defend
Ain't no soul in the puppet
Behind the friendly hand
Of those iron preachers
A coal blood dread
The smile of the coroner
And the fragrance of the dead
Another day with lesser need to pretend
Better starve us than share out
They rather die instead
But as the pillars fall apart
Anger spread

Over the raging storm
With only the stars to carry on
Fire roars
Nor power for rulers, to lean on


Fly
From ashes and decay
Dawn
A few more steps away
Heavens shall burn another night
The remains of the past
Into the fire