Coat Of Arms

[Words: John Robert, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel] Horrific death, you are closing in on me Circling silently towards the centre of the earth The rails lead the way, night and day Black tracks ahead I keep my eyes on you Keep you in sight from a distance And join in the carousel movements Afraid, awed Beholding the ghost-like smoke I grow tired as the weary wheels go round Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me I droop like snowdrops and wither Wait for your horrid hands to extend And touch my white-stained arms of love