Senses Fail - Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
Vilka är det här, och vilken låt?
Torn from the heavens, they fall from the sky
And walk the streets among mortal men
They hide in shadows, keepers of the night
Mortal life is weak, can't hold back the demons
The blood pours as rain
And soon you'll be alone
(Ref.)
Born and created in the image of a God
Fall from the heavens
Descend from the sky
No one to guide us, alone we face the night
Mortal life is brief for the rebel angels
They make their final stand
And soon you'll be alone
(Ref.)