Beasts in Our Time - Steve Hackett

Earth sown with bluebells, under your feet

Doves falls asleep in the garden of beasts

Poison’s in the mud of men

Hatching out once again

Gates are wide open, they beckon you in

Twisted road, let the games begin

Fugitives bound on a wheel off‌ire

Lucifer’s lighthouse, f‌lames for hire

Journeys of the dancing fool

Underneath the merciless moon

Gathering clouds, scream of the name

Break down the rock of the daily wail