Calling (Mk II)

• Death in June
• Nada!

Clear your tears

And dry your eyes

We live in fear

And drunken lies

Douse the flames

Of evil dawning

The cold blade falls

On misty morning

And for their sins

We live and die

The angel cowers

In blackened skies

So take my hand and walk again

We’ll take a walk through yellow rain

She’s calling

Just calling

So now’s the time

We hear the calling

While lovers feast

By mirrored pools

A million cries

From shattered faces

We dance the tune

To the pipes of gold