Thusly Spoken Songtext
von Dust

Angry angels cried
Satan yearning cast a spell on us
Cherubim with wings that cannot fly
Dancing demons fill the sky

Toasting drinks for two
Sipping wrinkles from an aged spoon
Passing glances at a blind man′s tear
Poison gasses fill the air


The burning bush on the fiery plain
Still inhabiting my brain
Quite a vivid scene
On the picture screen
Colored by your mind

The lonely lost on the caravan
Still pursuing just a desert tan
Quite a coutly game
For the pure insane
Written by the mask

Amethyst and lace
Broken women and their dossier
Bleeding clowns
With tongues that badly shake
'Tis the hour of the snake