Vanden Plas - Frequency

My apocalyptical dream of a Man behind a mask A vision - Delusion, a hallucination. A something that led me astray I have stared in a place in a "never-been time" I saw his feather is spinous Injecting a virus His mission will come to an end When we dance with the dead Sweet and feral liaison Facing pestilence scenes In my mirror of dreams On the day when the sun disappears Then I see the lights In a city of angels Dehumanized toys dropping dead With a strange manufacturing vice They still live in fear of the old puppeteer He's the beast in a white panoply With my stereoscope I saw pictures of death Watching war of the worlds On the screen in my head On the day when the sun disappears Then I see the lights In a city of angels And we're watching a downfalling star It reflects in a river of tears On the day when the sun disappears On the day when the sun disappears Then I see the lights In a city of angels And we're watching this downfalling star It reflects in a river of tears On the day when the sun disappears