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