Текст песни PSYCHOTIC WALTZ - Strange
PSYCHOTIC WALTZ - Strange слова песни
Текст песни PSYCHOTIC WALTZ - Strange
your order is your anarchyyour violence your peaceyour gospel is your blasphemyyour famine is your feastdestruction is your architectyour woman and your priestI fear your falling sanctuary's( )soon to be your beastI believe in something strangethe prophecies are closing inupon us one by onethe angels of the seven churchesmaiden of the sunsilent lay the gentle lambthe prayer and the gunI believe the gates aboveare closed to everyoneI believe in something strangeProphets and angels fall from the altarweak is the grip of the hand of the bravepray for the bleeding that lie in the shatterspray for the dying that lie in their gravessubmission through guilt and fearis not what I had in mindand my blood has run far too thinamong the hands of you alland I'm afraid I have nothingleft for youa symphony of tragedy