Song | My Dead Angel |
Artist | Niobeth |
Album | Silvery Moonbeams |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
For the blood of the innocents. | |
For the marked bodies of the children. | |
For the wounded women. | |
For the lost souls. | |
For the stolen innocence. | |
For the trapped tears. | |
For the deep sadness of the world. | |
For you to return to the world. | |
For there to be hope for those whom | |
have it snatched from them. | |
For tomorrow to be worth dawning. | |
For there to be happiness | |
where there is hate. | |
I write a letter for my dead angel. | |
Please, I ask you, my dead angel, | |
to return to the world. | |
A bit of light for darkness. | |
For you to return to the world... | |
I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
A feather for each hurt soul. | |
A flutter for each injustice. | |
f your wings could fly again, | |
if they could embrace | |
the sorrow of those hurt. | |
Who will heal the pain? | |
Who will erase the damage? | |
Will rancor leave? | |
If your wings could erase the injustice of those who have suffer. | |
I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
My dead angel, | |
I know why you departed. | |
Pain is so hard to accept | |
when it embraces you. | |
Who will heal the pain? | |
Who will erase the damage? | |
How will rancor, | |
hate and the hole in the chest | |
be gone? | |
How will helplessness | |
and pain depart? | |
Once again, | |
Let´s fight, | |
Let´s shout. | |
Who will pay for | |
those marked children? | |
Who will swallow the filth left | |
in the world ? | |
Let´s brandish hope. | |
Let´s lift the fallen. | |
Let´s embrace those hurt. | |
Justice for monsters! |
For the blood of the innocents. | |
For the marked bodies of the children. | |
For the wounded women. | |
For the lost souls. | |
For the stolen innocence. | |
For the trapped tears. | |
For the deep sadness of the world. | |
For you to return to the world. | |
For there to be hope for those whom | |
have it snatched from them. | |
For tomorrow to be worth dawning. | |
For there to be happiness | |
where there is hate. | |
I write a letter for my dead angel. | |
Please, I ask you, my dead angel, | |
to return to the world. | |
A bit of light for darkness. | |
For you to return to the world... | |
I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
A feather for each hurt soul. | |
A flutter for each injustice. | |
f your wings could fly again, | |
if they could embrace | |
the sorrow of those hurt. | |
Who will heal the pain? | |
Who will erase the damage? | |
Will rancor leave? | |
If your wings could erase the injustice of those who have suffer. | |
I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
My dead angel, | |
I know why you departed. | |
Pain is so hard to accept | |
when it embraces you. | |
Who will heal the pain? | |
Who will erase the damage? | |
How will rancor, | |
hate and the hole in the chest | |
be gone? | |
How will helplessness | |
and pain depart? | |
Once again, | |
Let s fight, | |
Let s shout. | |
Who will pay for | |
those marked children? | |
Who will swallow the filth left | |
in the world ? | |
Let s brandish hope. | |
Let s lift the fallen. | |
Let s embrace those hurt. | |
Justice for monsters! |
For the blood of the innocents. | |
For the marked bodies of the children. | |
For the wounded women. | |
For the lost souls. | |
For the stolen innocence. | |
For the trapped tears. | |
For the deep sadness of the world. | |
For you to return to the world. | |
For there to be hope for those whom | |
have it snatched from them. | |
For tomorrow to be worth dawning. | |
For there to be happiness | |
where there is hate. | |
I write a letter for my dead angel. | |
Please, I ask you, my dead angel, | |
to return to the world. | |
A bit of light for darkness. | |
For you to return to the world... | |
I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
A feather for each hurt soul. | |
A flutter for each injustice. | |
f your wings could fly again, | |
if they could embrace | |
the sorrow of those hurt. | |
Who will heal the pain? | |
Who will erase the damage? | |
Will rancor leave? | |
If your wings could erase the injustice of those who have suffer. | |
I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
My dead angel, | |
I know why you departed. | |
Pain is so hard to accept | |
when it embraces you. | |
Who will heal the pain? | |
Who will erase the damage? | |
How will rancor, | |
hate and the hole in the chest | |
be gone? | |
How will helplessness | |
and pain depart? | |
Once again, | |
Let s fight, | |
Let s shout. | |
Who will pay for | |
those marked children? | |
Who will swallow the filth left | |
in the world ? | |
Let s brandish hope. | |
Let s lift the fallen. | |
Let s embrace those hurt. | |
Justice for monsters! |