The Line Between The Devil's Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat) - Peter Murphy

A white light blazing deep

Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow

As I thirsty gripped with hunger now

Clear sighted painful ends to win

The battle of the me so wafer thin

The line between the devil’s teeth

And that which cannot be repeat

Push me in take me t’ward

The subject in the subject taught

A war without a war within

Join head and heart for to begin

Bemused we flinch no easy work

For invited men are loath to shirk

The line between the devil’s teeth

And that which cannot be repeat

War Work

War Work

War Work

Hey man, how will you feel

When all you have and all you own

Is your only true friend

When above you in the firmament

Flow the blood of the prophets

Out of your reach

From your aching speech