Who Sang Halo of Thorns? Psychotic Waltz

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Release information
Release Date: 1990
Genre: Rock
Style: Psychedelic Rock/Prog Rock/Hard Rock
length: 5:32
producer: Mike Harris and Psychotic Waltz
piano: Buddy Lackey
lead vocals: Buddy Lackey
engineer: Mike Harris
acoustic guitar: Brian McAlpin, Buddy Lackey and Dan Rock
drums (drum set): Norm Leggio
tambourine: Ward Evans
executive producer: Rich Thompson
electric guitar: Dan Rock and Brian McAlpin
keyboard: Dan Rock and Buddy Lackey
electric bass guitar: Ward Evans
vibraslap: Dan Rock
transverse flute: Buddy Lackey
percussion: Norm Leggio
bass: Ward Evans
12 string guitar: Dan Rock
composer: Brian McAlpin, Buddy Lackey, Dan Rock
lyricist: Buddy Lackey
the song of an angel
echoes of a fallen tear
frayed by the wind
a weed by a willow
withered and yellow
she lays her head to die
lays to die
reading the script
of the play that we lead
christ I'd die again
o' if I could save you now
you knew this had to come
spare me the sacrilege
this play had brought upon us
lay in my dying hour
it feels like I'm
falling, falling
flying, tripping
this crown of kings
this bloody halo bleeds me dry
hear me cry
as in the script
of the play that we lead
so I rise again
much stronger than before
a child sacrifice
let me lay down this bloody cross
we've dragged so far behind us
and close this theatre now
weaping over this crooked cross
lying face down in the blood of saints
just write me out of this play
echoes of a fallen tear
frayed by the wind
a weed by a willow
withered and yellow
she lays her head to die
lays to die
reading the script
of the play that we lead
christ I'd die again
o' if I could save you now
you knew this had to come
spare me the sacrilege
this play had brought upon us
lay in my dying hour
it feels like I'm
falling, falling
flying, tripping
this crown of kings
this bloody halo bleeds me dry
hear me cry
as in the script
of the play that we lead
so I rise again
much stronger than before
a child sacrifice
let me lay down this bloody cross
we've dragged so far behind us
and close this theatre now
weaping over this crooked cross
lying face down in the blood of saints
just write me out of this play