Lyrics:

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







(chorus)



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







Hollow homes and gloomy streets



The people next door are looking for life's circus freaks



On the eighth day



Echoes of the midnight chime



The clock moves on but what a waste of time







(chorius)







The eighth day (x3)







Pure whie 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







(chorus)



The eighth day