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I see gods hordes of angels fall, i m infernal
chapelsmoke makes the daylight grey
Unaware of its fall, i burn the holy whore Ablaze, screaming for more
posessed by gore
A divine candle, screaming for more Ablaze, with a glipse into the crystal ball
But if wishes were horses every beggar would ride, posessed by gore
i rip the feathers from wings so white
Screaming for more, but if wishes were horses every beggar would ride
burn at the stake to redeem your crime
I see gods hordes of angels fall, chapelsmoke makes the daylight grey
surrounded with inverted icons
You fold your hands and hide, a divine candle
Rotten to the core, screaming for more, you force yourself into a silent pray
Trapped in fire, come on soldiers hear my call
Unaware of its fall, i see gods hordes of angels fall Ablaze, burn at the stake to redeem your crime
With a glimpse into the crystal ball, you force yourself into a silent pray, you fold your hands and hide
the house of god is standing tall
bring the torches for the wooden wall
I see gods whores the angels fall, i rip the feathers from wings so white
i rip the feathers from wings so white
But if wishes were horses every beggar would ride, with a glimpse into the crystal ball Angels, i m infernal
Surrounded with inverted icons, with a glimpse into the crystal ball Angels, come on soldiers hear my call
A divine candle, surrounded with inverted icons
surrounded with inverted icons
You force yourself into a silent pray, i see gods whores the angels fall Angels, you force yourself into a silent pray
Trapped in fire, bring the torches for the wooden wall