Kovenant
Prophecies of Fire
Born from the blind, delusional mindBite the hand that feeds the lieThe garden is severed, burned is the truthOpen your eyes 'cause God hates youThe serpents have the power coiled in illusionA poisonous gift of beautiful sinPaint the whore with the ashes of EdenIt's time to face the end of the worldWe have flown too close to the sunBut in space even angels can get burnedAs death rains down upon themCleansing the streets in a cloudburst of bloodBlack leather smoke coils up my nostrilsTingling with death's surpriseIt leaks out through the cracksIn the cold asphalt sidewalks of the city of sinFeast upon the images of molten massacreAs the machineries of death grind relentlessly onWe have flown too close to the sunBut in space even angels can get burnedLunacy breeds in silent fireNo hope for mankind as the world expire
From Letras Mania