We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom

Into the mouth of hell Torrential rain at the helm of death It drowns the weak, battering the rest Black walls of waves pummel to capsize The roaring thunder overshadows our cries I will try to pour all of myself into this life Before I die Into the

White whale, holy grail I think that someone is trying to kill me Infecting my blood and destroying my mind No man of the flesh could ever stop me The fight for this fish is a fight to the death What remorseless emperor commands me I no longer govern my

Sent to the islands to secure what is ours Marching ashore in the cover of night Hide until dawn and attack in the twilight Shake them awake with the thunder of guns Orders from the iron maiden, get the islands back Failure will not be accepted, call for

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

Turn up the night! A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good hold, yeah Turn up the night, it feels so right! You know

Hey I think you need an attitude adjustment Knock-down drag out Do the wings of your butterfly Lightenin' thunder With or without This girl that I knew She loved me and blew me away We made love no doubt But she never went out of her way I keep

Whose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder, baby? And who did you run to? And whose lips have you been kissin'? And whose ear did you make a wish in'? Is she the one that you've been

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just