Fi-re fal-ling from the sky
Ar-mag-ged-don's draw-ing nigh
Hear the toll of pain,
In the fie-ry rain
Fi-re fal-ling from the sky
Ar-mag-ged-don's draw-ing nigh
Hear the toll of pain,
The time has come, the end's begun
And the only one will come
It has been fore-told
By the vis-ions of the old
And the mad-ness in their eyes
Said his an-gel will ar-ise
That's what they know
"Ho-ly Lord it's o-ver, oh god
We have done no wrong
So we go where we be-long
To the ne-ve-ren-ding dream
But for those who lived in sin"
They claim to know
"Ho-ly Lord it's o-ver, oh god"
Hey An-gel, can you tell me
Will you lead us to the place
Full of heat, in the fi-re
For we on-ly brought dis-grace
He is not the one. If they on-ly knew
Hey Ang-el, will you take us
To the judge-ment of his rage
Hey will we die
For we coul-dn't close the gate
To the know--ledge as they have been told
I don't know how could I prove
No-thing but the clo-ven hoof
Rei-gning o-ver them as well
While they keep on figh-ting hell
Ba-by-lon the scar-let who-re has come
We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven
Why don't we know We are the an-gels
It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion
Fi-re will burn us a-way
We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven
Why don't we know We are the an-gels
It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion
Fi-re will burn us a-way
Re-dee-mer, de-va-sta-tion
Hope it on-ly has been ment
For the sin of the drea-mer
Who broke the low you'd sent
He is not the one. If they on-ly knew
Hey, don't know but I won-dered:
When we lost the seal a-gain
May-be stoned by the in-cense
Do we rise or just des-cent
He is not the one. If they on-ly knew
I don't know how could I prove
No-thing but the clo-ven hoof
Rei-gning o-ver them as well
While they keep on figh-ting hell
Ba-by-lon the scar-let who-re has come
We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven
Why don't we know We are the an-gels
It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion
Fi-re will burn us a-way
We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven
Why don't we know We are the an-gels
It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion
Fi-re will burn us a-way
Woe to you
Lon-ging for the wis-dom
Woe to you
Lon-ging for the light
All my sons
Bring me back what is mine
Or you'll end bur-ning in this night
Woe to you
Lon-ging for the wis-dom
Woe to you
Lon-ging for the light
All my sons
Bring me back what is mine
Or you'll end bur-ning in this night
Woe to you
Lon-ging for the wis-dom
Woe to you
Lon-ging for the light
All my sons
Bring me back what is mine
Or you'll end bur-ning in this night
Once I have been lost
In what they told me to be-lieve
Un-til I felt in bur-ning deep in-side
To set my spi-rit free
And I es-caped to ano-ther world
To help the lit-tle men
Who make me plunge in-to phi-lo-so-phy
To feel my mind a-gain...
And no one left to hold me tight
On the `re-al` o-ther side
But her in chains
I had been a-lone
Till the mad-man come along
With+the know-ledge
And silver long beard
He was the first man e-ver tea-ching
How I could be free
Hel-ping me to find
The mind and the soul
They've been trying to hi-i-de a-way...
And he pro-mised we'd help An-na
If I'd help him to go all the way
Go all the way in-to the world of minds
O-pen the gate and do not close be-hind
Pre-vent them from hi-ding the li-ght a-way
Pre-vent them from tel-lin' us tales
Or the end of all they scare us with
Will+be a mil-lion em-pty brains...
I could bring you what you told me
The seal they need
To close the gate for-e-ver
But still I ha-ven't found a mea-ning
A-n-n-a a will+we ev-er be-e to-ge-the-er
You've been figh-ting for your soul
And some-times it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll un-der-stand
What it means to hold in hands
What they call a fan-ta-sy
It is no-thing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wic-ked dream
When you're wal-king on your own
When you're bro-ken and a-lone
You may feel us from in-side
On the o-ther side of life.
You've been figh-ting for your soul
And some-times it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll un-der-stand
What it means to hold in hands
What they call a fan-ta-sy
It is no-thing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wic-ked dream
You've been figh-ting for your soul
And some-times it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll un-der-stand
What it means to hold in hands
What they call a fan-ta-sy
It is no-thing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wic-ked dream
