|
Skies of fire, wings of death
Today, will I breath my final breath?
Do I gather all my sins
Or will my maker spare me once again?
Skies of black, the endless graves
Will I walk with death or will I be saved?
Do I gather all my sins
Or will my maker spare me once again?
Gather, gather all my sins
Skies that mourn the war of man
Rains of death one understands
Do I gather all my sins
Or will my maker spare me once again?
Gather all my sins
|
|
