Dead asleep the city dreams   Holding up its arms like limbs of steel   Mountains rise like mounds of sand   The boiling sea has swallowed up the land       On the eighth day   On the eighth day   Dancing dead are knocking on my door   In acid rain they came to mourn   To raise the flag to raise the tune   You know they'll be here soon   The eighth day   The eighth day       Hollow homes and gloomy streets   The people next door are looking more like circus freaks   On the eighth day   Echoes of the midnight chime   The clock moves on but what a waste of time      On the eighth day   On the eighth day   Dancing devil knocking on my door   It has to grey that came to more   To raise the flag to raise a tune   You know they'll be here soon   The eighth day   The eighth day   The eighth day       Pure white heat and blood of sands   Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round   On the eighth day   Pools of fear and eyes that shine   The mirrors craked but I know they'll be mine oh mine       On the eighth day   On the eighth day   Dancing devil knocking on my door   It has to grey that came to more   To raise the flag to raise a tune   You know they'll be here soon   The eighth day   The eighth day   The eighth day       The eighth day