You Have To Do Something, Don’t You? Bird On A Wire 3:14

by dschapman

Israfel, the Islamic angel of music, sounded his trumpet from his towering heights in the heavens, borne aloft on four crimson wings as he cries for the tormented humans in Hell, for whom the Last Judgement will not be kind. Orange super-cyborg, trapped in space; they sent the rockets to our shores, and titans rose out of our oceans; the shield went up, the lights flared; the stars were blacked out by the smoke from the fire…