Secrets Of The Dead

Secrets  of  the  Dead  -  Judas  Priest

The  shifting  sands  conceal  the  truth

Revealing  only  lies

A  crescent  moon  casts  ghostly  shapes

As  somewhere  some  thing  flies

We  let  ourselves  be  bled

Secrets  of  the  dead

Deserted  by  the  ghosts  that  knew

Man's  triumphs  had  no  bounds

Left  starving  by  our  own  mistakes

The  sands  reclaimed  their  ground

We  let  ourselves  be  bled

Secrets  of  the  dead

Time  takes  us  down  so  deep

Is  this  the  place  we  seek

Secrets  of  the  dead

Secrets  of  the  dead

We  never  learn  form  our  mistakes

Imperfect  till  the  end

You  can't  pick  up  the  pieces

And  the  hearts  we  break  can't  mend

As  if  they  knew  the  gift  they  brought

Was  wasted  on  this  earth

They  searched  out  for  a  better  race

On  whom  to  bring  rebirth

We  let  ourselves  be  bled

Secrets  of  the  dead

We  let  ourselves  be  bled

Secrets  of  the  dead

Where  angels  fear  to  tread

The  secrets  of  the  dead

Where  angels  fear  to  tread

The  secrets  of  the  dead