The Calling (Mk II)

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... 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 in tune to the pipes of gold She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling... She's calling, just calling...