I'm under fire, blood red sky Underneath the war machine Fight for what's right don't ask why Just make the sacrifice Please, make the sacrifice Desensitized
[Music - D. Ott / Lyrics - T. Leonard & D. Ott] I'm under fire - blood red sky Underneath the war machine Fight for what's right - don't ask why Just
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to war, if we all got a burner, then flame Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired
Enchanted by fierce desire Souls consumed with haunting fire An empty guarantee A stolen freedom Deceptive illusions rise Take the chance to mend your
Goddess in black, weird obsession Lucifugous and bad cheiroptera Goddess in black Coming under her influence Strange maiden dressed in black Grotesque flames of fire
path or the sandy route Defeat the big boss at the last level Only then will it unleash the devil You pull out a weapon it a +9 sword With an enchantment like fire
With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young Two horns thrust
to reap. The future lies in the hands of the shrewd (Harmony: Andreas) or the earth will die in solitude. The darkest night the enchanted skies were
nowhere at all and then look up aghast And I wave goodbye to speed And smile hello to a rose Oh the new children play I am young under the juniper trees
light above the murky skies enchaning me it's so divine as the winter nights slowly enlarges snow conceals it's winther'd leaves I'm thy winter fire
if we all got a burner, then flame Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night
desire that's for earth itself, to become, my empire. Every politicians like a gun for hire Even the church of nativity's come under fire So you can
goddess in black weird obsession lucifoguous and bad cheiroptera Goddess In Black Coming under her influence strange maiden dressed in black grotesque flames of fire
With hearts of midnight, brightened by His infernal light We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goat of a thousand young Two horns thrust
Between the whispers A lonely candle flickers and it slowly fades Into its grave And as if knowing Enchantment slowly runs her fingers down my spine A
