Reach for the heavens above
Blinded figure of grace
Thy mighty wings are weakened by world chaos
For those uncleansed from deceitful grace
From the east to where the sun meets the horizon
From the south to forever north of here
Echo the mournful cries of your fellow sheep
Their cries are denied, hope bound in chains
And again the inferno's eternally ablaze
Lost in dreams of a god on his holy throne
Blind is the fool who follows this dream
For tomorrow is still a day of hate
And the bloodshed spreads beneath
Your broken wings
Solo: Istvan
Allah, can you inhale this sadness?
My quest lay beyond all dreams
Wicked soul rise and breathe again
And again the inferno's eternally ablaze
Reach for the heavens below
Blinded figure of grace
Thy mighty wings are broken
Solo: Istvan
Wicked soul rise, and breathe again |
