Tradução: Místico. Fallen Angels.
love you with amazing grace [Chorus:] Fallen angels in the sky Why must all the soldiers die? I wanna know, I got to know Fallen angels in the sky Why
shall begin as I raise my ritual sword Standing within a pentagram. Thunder bolts in the skies of fire burning heavens's realm of gold, Angels fall with
Angels it rains from the sky Extinct planets, pale meteors Captive of sins, slayed by the word Born in fire, a plundering horde Picked angels fall
hand Angels it rains from the sky Extinct planets, pale meteors Captive of sins, slayed by the word Born in fire, a plundering horde Picked angels fall
mystic way to go All father's treasure The upcoming mighty contract The sight of Therion Incarnation Illumination of darkness Intuition Angels who
too far to call them right for him Rise... fly high and steal his soul... angels of stone... GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, RISE GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH...! ANGELI
& CHORUS:] Into the Mighty Arms of Death Into the Darkness we fall Into the Mighty Arms of Death Into the Darkness we fall... we fall... we fall... In
ORESTES & CHORUS:] Into the Mighty Arms of Death Into the Darkness we fall Into the Mighty Arms of Death Into the Darkness we fall...we fall...we fall
story that shouldn't be told One from an age told long ago From the deep down caverns and the bowels of the earth A rising evil with a mystic curse A fallen angel
black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus: Killah Priest] This is madness, this is madness... [Killah Priest] Mystic
wake me 'cos it's real She's my angel She's my angel She's my angel She's my angel She's my angel Angel She's my angel Angel..(fade out)
resort Don't heed the empty mindless call I don't feel hatred towards you This is my last remorse Here comes the ending Unite - in the mystic world Unite - in the mystic
through all eternity. Crown him the virgin's Son, the God incarnate born, whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn; fruit of the mystic
hip hop, stop please, stop please, okay here we go Holding my raps, olden is golden and black Extolling virtues of rap with monkeys riding my back I see them falling
I hear him crowing faintly He thinks I'm just still sweet sixteen I guess I'll tease him gently Calling Madam Butterfly His angel plucked right from the sky Hide my baby in mystic
the waiters and mystics When you got faith in nothing, you just fantasize Look for a flame but you'd fall for a flicker In those angel faces and those
[Verse 1] To the angelic, seven can see through Relic illadelphia, right words of power Him who was holy, who holds the key That opens, no one can seal
