Fish - Thistle Alley Lyrics
Rockets are flying, signal distress over no man’s land,With hopes they are fading, splutter and die in a leaden sky,The wounded resignation, the corpses on the wire, a frozen tableaux flickers in the light,Flares are falling, chasing the shadows, nervous eyes, huddled in silence,Hugging the earth, biding timeMotionless as spiders caught out on a killing floor, muffled picks and shovels hold their still,Praying for the darkness to return and hide the graves they are opening, the graves they are digging.A storm of fire and metal tears the wood asunder, shatters stumps of scorched and splintered trees,Cowering in the mud within the roots, incessant thunder, tormented shredded souls are torn apart.Deep beneath the surface the chalk yields to the chisels, bloodied fingers tear the face away,Hollowing the chambers along dark Stygian tunnels, hooded candles light the spectres way.Dragons crawl the ridges towards the spires on new horizons, ploughing through the charnel pits and gore,The spawn of death’s invention, a victory their burden, the promise stalls and wallows in the mire,High above the stage, a chorus of dark angels, a circus joins the theatre of war,The props are in position, fuses primed and ready; the wires pulse the signal cue the mine explodingThe graves are opening.The dead they are rising, fear haunted faces, gaunt and grey,Ghosts are gathering, the Dance Macabre, the hellish frayHeaven above Thistle Alley belowWhistles are blowing, the maxims are waitingTo carve the flesh, shatter skulls and crush the boneGuns stuttering relentless rake the lines,The gas that whispers in the confines of the trenchesTo choke the life of those who dare to hide.Heaven above, Thistle Alley belowMotionless survivors bloody on the killing floor, praying for the darkness to return,Praying for the darkness to return and hide the graves of the living.
