You are all goalless creatures With no purpose or direction But anew you've tapped into My pain and rage in this insurrection
I, the maker, will descend (And) to heaven's fury you will bend During the encore of the night I will not stand idly by While the people they apply Themselves with eternity
O grave, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting? The sting of death is sin And the power of sin is the law
Did you ever think that you'll be safe In the world you built upon me? O grave, is this your victory? Death, is this your sung?
Death, is this your sting? Death's sting
All your souls are bleeding out You overstayed your welcome All condemned and persecuted To the sound of an angelic drum All your souls are bleeding out You overstayed your welcome All condemned and persecuted To the sound of an angelic drum
O grave, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting? The sting of death is sin And the power of sin is the law
Did you ever think that you'll be safe In the world you built upon me? O grave, is this your victors? Death's sting
When the mortal has has been clothed with immortality To halt death's gravity Then what's been written comes to pass
O grave, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting? The sting of death is sin And the power of sin is the law
Did you ever think that you'll be safe In the world you built upon me? O grave, is this your victory? Did you ever think that you'll be safe In the world you built upon me? O grave, is this your victory?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
