the gates, forests of the darkness Without the key you'll not get in We weave the spell of time and dimension Which plants us on the shores of sin Searching
gates Forests of the darkness Without the key you'll not get in We weave the spell Of time and dimension Which plants us on The shores of sin [Chorus
Vertimas: Mirties angelas. Krantai nuodėmės.
skies! Come on... Frenzied demons - Angel's cries Lucifer commands the orgy Molten mayhem, one thousand lies Heaven fails to hold tranquility The brides of sin
Praise the Lord, I saw the light When death takes me down and I breathe here no more My anthem will sound on that eternal shore When I join with angels
Lord, I saw the light (Williams) When death takes me down and I breath here no more My anthem will sound on that eternal shore When I join with the angels
no longer just a dream, revelations proceed lines of death fill the air, angels cry everywhere the wound has come to an end, no more need to pretend angel
the city of angels in a mental jail cell Dead ends and Debauchery This is Dead Ends All the vaseline queens look so pretty blending in with the sin
where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in death's shadow
Diana, where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in death
There's a land beyond the river That they call the sweet forever And we only reach that shore by faith's decree One by one we'll gain the portals There
the angels singing'Tis the "Glory, Hallelujah!" JubileeIn a far off sweet foreverJust beyond the shinning riverWhen they ring the golden bells for you and meWe shall know no sin
your eyes and feel what will be I love everything of you, yet I fear you cannot love me Hath I never sailed upon infinite shores of sin I look in the
Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death
pretend And nothing makes sense and it's over again And you're already dead and you're dying for sin Too blind to see and too weak to think And the angel of death
