Hear the Angels Cry.
Hear the angels cry
walking down the empty streets
Once beautiful and so sweet
bodies bleed, bodies burn.
This is the wrath of Karma's turn.
Angels cry,Hear them weep
a soulless country, dug too deep.
Immortal being dig your grave
No more people to reap or save.
Countless cars along the street
bodies laying broken and beat.
Angels morn, Angels cry
For all of you who had to die.
Watch them choke, scream and yell
above the sound of the churches bell.
Our fathers return to which we await
trumpets sound to announce our fate
The innocent shall rise,the guilty will fall
watch the savior stand above them all.
Up the stairs and past the gate
does their heavenly palace wait.
Once beautiful and so sweet
bodies bleed, bodies burn.
This is the wrath of Karma's turn.
Angels cry,Hear them weep
a soulless country, dug too deep.
Immortal being dig your grave
No more people to reap or save.
Countless cars along the street
bodies laying broken and beat.
Angels morn, Angels cry
For all of you who had to die.
Watch them choke, scream and yell
above the sound of the churches bell.
Our fathers return to which we await
trumpets sound to announce our fate
The innocent shall rise,the guilty will fall
watch the savior stand above them all.
Up the stairs and past the gate
does their heavenly palace wait.
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