The eerie God
Fulgent dust the prelude of the drowning sun
Bloodstained sculptures across amorphous reliefs
The angelic blaze; anc
1941 lyrics

1941
        - Harry Nilsson
Well in 1941 a happy
ient their silent choirs
Torn apart the pure aorta of apathy

Dissolution of gentle seas, the lost brilliance
Hateshaped the billow of thorns
How should I enthron
Ten Thousand Angels Cried lyrics

Stillness filled the Heavens, on crucifixion day.
Some say it rained, I don'
 my pain

I have no more tears that
embrace my pure parfum
seduced my by mournful gale
the blood will never return

I have no more weeps that
caress the stoned he
Flying As She Falls lyrics

The leaves have turned and she has known.
And she
rt
at one with a mournful tear

Artesian well the aphorism in it is deep
Aura of aghast bane the disburden of azure
Diurnal sleep the eerie bloodstained God