Letras
Click your fingers applauding the play
Search clear clear nights and clear days
'Cause lightning never flashes our way
If you click your fingers applauding the play
Bad kings and queens are leaving their graves
Blood and blasphemy not upon the gold drape
Scream out for murder, scream out for hate
If you click your fingers applauding the play
The moon rises, the wrath moons are down
Clear skies sometimes with clouds so inviting, such a friendly sound
Temples rise and they are not braked
Columns not shattered by any earthquakes
Disease and famine are all their own play
If you click your fingers applauding the play
The moon rises, the wrath moons are down
Clear skies sometimes with clouds so inviting, such a friendly sound