Did you know these wings can fly Rode across the burning sky Pierced through the moon and Died with their allies Someday you'll hear the stories About the unnamed soldiers Their victory serenades Hidden by our so called saints
As the sun Burn the wings It only cries to realise It has no feelings
Storm in through the night To cure the unholy Swear at the devil Suffocating our lost fantasy Be a protector of victrious glory Salute the soldiers and spit on thy king
Eliminate the virus Annihilate the wicked The killing spree multipled and The world divided by death Tonight we march towards war Messiah with God's roar And when the blade strikes The wings gonna take the last flight
As the sun Burn the wings It only cries to realise It has no feelings
Storm in through the night To cure the unholy Swear at the devil Suffocating our lost fantasy
Storm in through the night To cure the unholy Swear at the devil Suffocating our lost fantasy Be a protector of victrious glory Salute the soldiers and spit on thy kingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
