Year Of The Dead Lyrics - Singles - Fighting Jacks

Dawn my skin 

Thinking of memories 

In my yesterdays dream 

And the truth was in 

Watching as children pass 

Over birds of the sin 

And the Son will rise 

Like a morning star overhead 

Bring on the days 

In the year of the Dead 

Judge me true 

Thinking of all these white 

And the kings of youth 

With their nights so bright 

Cutting through darkest of hour 

And the main glass filled 

And the Son will rise 

Like a morning star overhead 

Bring on the days 

In the year of the dead 

And the Son will rise 

Shining just and still overhead 

Washing away 

In the year of the dead 

Open and remember me 

You want to open to be free 

You want to open remember 

You want to open to be free 

You've got to get up, get up, go remember me 

You've got to get up, get up, go to be free 

You've got to get up, get up, go remember me 

You've got to get up, get up, go to be free