A thousand silent wishes rise, just like flames in midnight skies A thousand souls are crying out for a freedom rise They all long a breath to take, they all long their chains to break For the salvation of their souls, it's what's at stake
Can you feel it too? It's coming now Can you feel it too? There's nothing you can do Can you feel it too? Annihilation's coming for me and you
Gabriel is flying over the hordes of the lost children of God The sound of his trumpet's calling for the apocalypse to start
The wind blows and the rain falls, echoes in filthy, empty halls Where our lives we wasted without second thoughts It is the calling of the damned, for us who stepped into their land Cursed be the ones who dared for once to raise their hands
Can you feel it too? It's coming now Can you feel it too? There's nothing you can do Can you feel it too? Annihilation's coming for me and you
Gabriel is flying over the hordes of the lost children of God The sound of his trumpet is calling for the apocalypse to start Battle angels are descending holding bloody spears in their hands A message carried in their roar saying: “This lost humanity won't last”
So meaningless we are that our lives will be wiped out in blood So meaningless we are that we buried our values in the mud So insignificant we are that our “higher cause” will burn us down So insignificant we are
Gabriel is flying over the hordes of the lost children of God The sound of his trumpet is calling for the apocalypse to start Battle angels are descending holding bloody spears in their hands A message carried in their roar saying: “This lost humanity won't last”
Is this a fairytale of old, just some fable someone told? Or was it a warning for our fate to be unfold? All of the loneliness we feel, since the time we broke the seal The time we chained ourselves upon the torture wheel
Can you feel it too? It's coming now Can you feel it too? There's nothing you can do Can you feel it too? Annihilation's coming for me and you
Gabriel is flying over the hordes of the lost children of God The sound of his trumpet is calling for the apocalypse to start Battle angels are descending holding bloody spears in their hands A message carried in their roar saying: “This lost humanity won't last”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
