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Текст: Blue Oyster Cult. Cultosaurus Erectus. Lips In The Hills.


I am gripped, by what I cannot tell
Have I slipped or have I merely fell
I've been tricked, my senses telling lies
I've been (stiffened?) by serpent's soundless cries

Up in the hills, an apparition
Filling me with superstition
A fiery night, the night that I saw,
the night that I saw,
the night that I saw,

(Background voices) Lips in the hills, lips in the hills
(Foreground voice) Lips, Lips, Lips Lips in the hills

I'm so lonely, stabbed by beating claws
I've been tripped, I'm crawling on all fours
I've been stripped the insulation's gone
Wish I slept to waken in the morn

Up in the sky, beyond the chasm
My eyes behold, a rare phantasm
The godless night, the night that I saw (repeat as above)

(First verse repeat)

Up in the hills, an appariton
Filling me with superstition
The godless night, the night that I saw (repeat as above 4 times)