Prophecies Of Fire Lyrics

	作曲 : Kovenant
	Born from the blind, delusional mind
	Bite the hand that feeds the lie
	The garden is severed, burned is the truth
	Open your eyes 'cause
	God hates you
	The serpents have the power coiled in illusion
	A poisonous gift of beautiful sin
	Paint the whore with the ashes of
	EdenIt's time to face the end of the world
	We have flown too close to the sun
	But in space even angels can get burned
	As death rains down upon them
	Cleansing the streets in a cloudburst of blood
	Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils
	Tingling with death's surprise
	It leaks out through the cracks
	In the cold asphalt sidewalks of the city of sin
	Feast upon the images of molten massacre
	As the machineries of death grind relentlessly on
	We have flown too close to the sun
	But in space even angels can get burned
	Lunacy breeds in silent fire
	No hope for mankind as the world expire

	zuo qu : Kovenant
	Born from the blind, delusional mind
	Bite the hand that feeds the lie
	The garden is severed, burned is the truth
	Open your eyes ' cause
	God hates you
	The serpents have the power coiled in illusion
	A poisonous gift of beautiful sin
	Paint the whore with the ashes of
	EdenIt' s time to face the end of the world
	We have flown too close to the sun
	But in space even angels can get burned
	As death rains down upon them
	Cleansing the streets in a cloudburst of blood
	Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils
	Tingling with death' s surprise
	It leaks out through the cracks
	In the cold asphalt sidewalks of the city of sin
	Feast upon the images of molten massacre
	As the machineries of death grind relentlessly on
	We have flown too close to the sun
	But in space even angels can get burned
	Lunacy breeds in silent fire
	No hope for mankind as the world expire

	zuò qǔ : Kovenant
	Born from the blind, delusional mind
	Bite the hand that feeds the lie
	The garden is severed, burned is the truth
	Open your eyes ' cause
	God hates you
	The serpents have the power coiled in illusion
	A poisonous gift of beautiful sin
	Paint the whore with the ashes of
	EdenIt' s time to face the end of the world
	We have flown too close to the sun
	But in space even angels can get burned
	As death rains down upon them
	Cleansing the streets in a cloudburst of blood
	Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils
	Tingling with death' s surprise
	It leaks out through the cracks
	In the cold asphalt sidewalks of the city of sin
	Feast upon the images of molten massacre
	As the machineries of death grind relentlessly on
	We have flown too close to the sun
	But in space even angels can get burned
	Lunacy breeds in silent fire
	No hope for mankind as the world expire

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