Gloomy White Sunday - Von Thronstahl

Such night in black satin

And hard days in tight suits

Handling a golden whiskey

Feeling the end of our roots

A smell of lost perfumes

Like Paris, like Rome

At Lago di Garda

Feeling at home

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light

I welcome each glorious ray

Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright

Well, I’m not of this world and not of today

Überirdisch

Europäisch

Transzendent

Okzidental

Gloomy white sundays

Of burning white gold

Alchemic processes

From the myths we’ve been told

A poem of Lord Byron

And some tunes from The Clash

And such a calm before the next

Wall Street crash

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light

I welcome each glorious ray

Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright

Well, I’m not of this world and not of today

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light

I welcome each glorious ray

Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright

Well, I’m not of this world and not of today

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light

Well, I’m not of this world and not of today

Out of the darkness

The blue of the night

From out of the blue

Deep into the light

Golden reflections

Our force in belief

And such a beautiful longing

For the places we leave

Unser Weg nach Europa

Mühsam und weit

Führt nicht über Brüssel

Wir haben Zeit

Die Sonne im Herzen

Ziehen wir uns’re Bahn

Die Verlierer von morgen

Schlagen heute Alarm