in space waiting for Satan and his horseman Walkin' through fire sparkin' my lighter cloud the sky up Rising higher and higher, eye to eye with my messiah Viya Con Dios
Do not sleep my little angel, and don't cry for me! That here the cold does not reach me for the fire I have lit You see the moon is crimson of the blood
in space waiting for satan and his horseman Walkin through fire sparkin my lighter cloud the sky up Rising higher and higher eye to eye with my messiah Viya Con Dios