When the everywhere-eye
Asks you who is the emperor of the sky
Take the archangel's thunderbird
Go to Edgar Allen in the tower of sleep
He'll tell you a story which makes you to creep
The echo of your cries is falling so deep
Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod
There lives a lion, they call him God
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky
In shock-corridors
People are standing
With their eyes in their hands
But they don't understand
Don't get that your confessional
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs
Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax
Why is the audience not taking the insurrection-axe
Thousands of windows burst open
And alarm bells are broken
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Amon Düül - Archangel Thunderbird Lyrics
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When the everywhere-eye
Asks you who is the emperor of the sky
Take the archangel's thunderbird
Go to Edgar Allen in the tower of sleep
He'll tell you a story which makes you to creep
The echo of your cries is falling so deep
Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod
There lives a lion, they call him God
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky
In shock-corridors
People are standing
With their eyes in their hands
But they don't understand
Don't get that your confessional
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs
Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax
Why is the audience not taking the insurrection-axe
Thousands of windows burst open
And alarm bells are broken
Asks you who is the emperor of the sky
Take the archangel's thunderbird
Go to Edgar Allen in the tower of sleep
He'll tell you a story which makes you to creep
The echo of your cries is falling so deep
Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod
There lives a lion, they call him God
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky
In shock-corridors
People are standing
With their eyes in their hands
But they don't understand
Don't get that your confessional
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs
Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax
Why is the audience not taking the insurrection-axe
Thousands of windows burst open
And alarm bells are broken
Writer: Falk Ulrich Rogner, John Weinziert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC