Cries from the aisles
the tolling of the judgement bell
Eyes watched the violence
the absence of those who have
seen, marks the faith of the spell

Cold is the viper
stalking the night for the heat
It must find
Time is the promise
delivered with stunning consistency
line after line, time after time
the innocent victim awaits...

Please take my hand
Don't be afraid
I am your master
You are my slave

Voices are calling me back
Back to the day
Footsteps had followed
Me faster... listen

Screams from a new love
the passion was burning, it singed in a stare
Free under the night sun
The fear of the hunger
Will always be there in my mind
Time after time the morning
Will close a new page

Please take my hand
Don't be afraid
I am your master
You are my slave

Follow the impulse you have
I'll show you the way
Forget what you've learned in the past now
Listen and...

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  • +2
    Song MeaningThis, like a few other songs on that album, is about a vampire.
    IRONCAT68on April 22, 2015   Link
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    General CommentThis tune is one of the few times when I love a song but haven't the foggiest idea what it's about. The rolling main riff and the vocals from Geoff are spectacular. An absolute essential for any Queensryche fan's music library.
    dgb49on December 13, 2010   Link
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    My InterpretationI always took this song to be about the spell of religion in general. It can be interpreted as either vampires or a church. How the bait of religion is to relieve your suffering and give eternal life, "Time is the promise, delivered with stunning consistency, line after line, time after time, the innocent victim awaits...".
    dollabillyon August 28, 2018   Link

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