Bokor - The Island Of St. Menée (beach Of The Living Dead) lyrics

The fare is one dollar a ritual The fare is one dollar a ritual Paid in advance Paid in advance From the tall ships of old Europe, to the cruisers of today They've always come, like sheep on display Wild dreams in the pitch black nights, the fever in the blood Makes you remember the feel of the red African soil Forgive me for walking alone Forgive me for walking alone Out in the bush,l in the outskirts of the city Among the slum shacks where the bright love reigns On through the verdure I am My own shadow, alone in the crowd Down on the shore Empty hotels above the sand, like tombstones Love is in the chicken blood spilled on earthen floors In the heaving breasts of Our Lady of the Dead dancing Forgive me for walking alone On through the verdure I am My own shadow, alone in the crowd Down on the shore Lost in the undergrowth I am In the darkness now, one in the crowd Down on the shore Rejoicing (I am love withering) Dark shapes move in the shantytown (I am grace in d**h) Like fish in the deep gloom of the ocean (I am the wings of the dove) The drummer boy and his army moves (I am riddles and joy) Adrift in the night along the shoreline Embers and clay Ashes burnt gray Keep your mouth shut Enter the hut Touvhing her skin Bright love begins Nothing is sin The snake lives within Home The fare is one body a ritual The fare is one body a ritual Paid in advance Paid in advance