Screams for Tina Fools Gold (1986)

A thousand angels stand and cry Black crosses mirrored in their eyes The face of someone disappears Screaming like a train but no one hears Fool s Gold Fool s In darkness a scarlet river flows Of wine and blood the story goes A vision fades but still remains Reeling like a saviour bound in chains Fool s Gold Fool s Sad virgins kneel before they re slain As reptiles dance on thorns of pain A voice from somewhere deep inside Laughing as the promise is denied Fool s