торгую догмами и эскапизмами.
Furious angels are falling from the sky
In pain and agony, in helpless rage and saint anger.
Falling to damnation, the lowest level of mortality.
Like stones consumed by flame, they drop, in a moment.
No begging for mercy and no going back.
They fall from the sky never to return.
They scream and they fight, try to regain control.
Through clouds and through wind try to rise.
Get themselves high above the crowded world.
Sign of Apocalipsys in the element.
Their wings are brokenand feathers are covered with blood.
As they speed to earth, they do not give up.
Resisting their fate, they do not give in.
Death is near. Doom is univedable.
With their last breath, they still want to fly.
Furious angels falling from the sky.
A deadly beautiful sight.
In pain and agony, in helpless rage and saint anger.
Falling to damnation, the lowest level of mortality.
Like stones consumed by flame, they drop, in a moment.
No begging for mercy and no going back.
They fall from the sky never to return.
They scream and they fight, try to regain control.
Through clouds and through wind try to rise.
Get themselves high above the crowded world.
Sign of Apocalipsys in the element.
Their wings are brokenand feathers are covered with blood.
As they speed to earth, they do not give up.
Resisting their fate, they do not give in.
Death is near. Doom is univedable.
With their last breath, they still want to fly.
Furious angels falling from the sky.
A deadly beautiful sight.