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Lyrics
The whining sirens will return
the wailing of the dead.
and the oceans will run red.
Fingers in a peaceful mind
Fire and Brimstones stench
Raining molten lead.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
Wheels turn and the fires burn
like a feral sun's caress.
Will split the world in two.
A thousand years, a million tears
where angels fear to tread.
Read your book of truth.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
Ripping yarns and fallen stars,
cascading overhead,
Broken sails and fingernails.
the smell of agrid breath
You declare divinity 'n
The soulless stake their claim,
the highest stakes from civil apes
someone else will take the blame.
Religion pushing at the boundaries
of peace. Pushing till it's breached,
Sightless puppeteers,
pulling strings behind the scenes.
The name of God's on riteous lips,
on every bullet, every blade
taking every slaughtered life
death is final all the same.
When the world descends to darkness,
it won't matter how it's sliced.
Coz a vengeful son of God degrees
that mankind's had it's time.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
