I looked upon the book of life Tracing the lines of face after face Looking down at their naked feet Bound in chains bound in chains Chains of leather
I'm scared to death when I see them arrive Infected eyes, red, staring at me The time has come for retribution Now they're counting my actions The cries
If angels are messengers from God Please send one down to me If angels are messengers from God I wrote a letter he should read Been living on faithless
Well, you look so true in undressed eyes Is your coma real? Did you change your mind? I see so clearly in these bargain eyes Words coffee drip out my
Born to the wilderness Missing first on the line Will the fear disappear? O aingil coimhead me O aingil as na fhlaithis Solas geal nil eagla orm O aingil
I looked upon the book of lifeTracing the lines of face after faceLooking down at their naked feetBound in chains bound in chainsChains of leather chains
The messengers, last but not least, the mission towards the east...Yea How can you say that? When did you go? He is our deliverer, we shall grow The
Unrelenting vengeance on man for all his sins Ruthless eraclication day of reckoning to begin The human race is a cancer fueled by power and lust Punishment
Everybody likes you Because you got that special way You shimmer and you shine And you drop the ball sometimes But that's a small price to pay I don'
May the world know that I am yours. I will never be silenced. I will resist my sin to the point of blood, and I will wear my scars like badges of honor
We are children underneath a falling sky We are not alone I?m so far from home This can?t be happening I?m so far from home My eyes are open but I can
They are among us Their justice is imminent The messenger of the time The messenger of the U.W. Isolated by their hate Sentenced to silence They`re just
They are among us their justice is imminent the messenger of the time the messenger of the U.W. isolated by their hate sentenced to silence they're just
I'm scared to death when I see them arrive Infected eyes red, staring at me The time has come for retribution Now they're counting my actions The cries
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize
(Music: M. Karlsson, P. Olander; Lyrics: J. Lundholm) Ol? mama was astonished The air was cold and damp The men outside her window Were no ordinary
if angels are messengers from god, please send one down to me if angels are messengers from god, i wrote a letter he should read been living on faithless
(Smith/Kaye) I looked upon the book of life Tracing the lines of face after face Looking down at their naked feet Bound in chains bound in chains Chains