I've heard her sing to me From my reflection on this razor blade I've heard ten thousand dying screams And they're calling me The day will break on
Tradução: Bleeding Through. Las alas de plomo.
've heard her sing to me. from my reflection on this razor blade, i've heard ten thousand dying screams, and they're calling me. the day will break on
with God The underdog baring sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks
crew, we slow creep while you?re counting your sheep We bang on anybody stepping up to bleed in the street Maybe you got what it takes to lead a team
bleeding for your life Faceless prey has been erased Silence reigns you're dead now Holy cross embedded in your tomb Casualities are buried through your
scheme of thangs We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips Now who's equip to come up on a grip
for years, so hard to worship and so hard to please his attempts at pennance proven by the blood on his knees time slowly passes as the pain lingers on
the scheme of thangs We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips Now who's equip to come up on
half the distance through the open door Before you cut me down again Let me introduce you to the end And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings It always leads
will From dungeons of emotions Wisdom's voice is guiding me Leads me through all tortures Cross the life's unflagging sea Through air I fly on thunder
spit on Christ's redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts
dark divine Life demise - I fade into eternity Darkest angel lead me on... I gaze into the blackened sky Before my eyes eternity opens I can feel it through
you hear the angel of sadness sing... with broken wings. (Harmony: Andreas) And with death came disorder, who were they now to obey? No leader, no followers
trials of the abnormal Winged ugli ness in a shattered prism Soaring the scaled impiety to lay the trap With fruit of failure It leads our rebirth into
Firebreathing through your unseigable fortress. I'm the devil and Michael De Ruyter's my name. I ride on the waves, right through your chains. You are
