Lyrics Porcelain - Renaissance

Porcelain

Skin like porcelain and black as night
The sleeping village lays quiet
In the pouring rain the rhythm drives
Songs of darkness come alive
Ghostly warriors bleed in the softened clay
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Porcelain
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Porcelain
Tribal sounds of Africa on smoky plains
Spirits at play
Daylight breathes again as women sing
Offerings on leaves they bring
Calling all the fold to hear the sounds
And ancient stories they have found
Superstition rules dust in the hot midday
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Porcelain
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Porcelain
Tribal sounds of Africa on smoky plains
Spirits at play
Burning hearts of men
The wise and the young
The bravest animals
They pray as they race to the sun
Skin like porcelain and black as night
The sleeping village lays quiet
In the pouring rain the rhythm drives
Songs of darkness come alive
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Porcelain
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Porcelain