Bullets flying overhead,
young men in trenches, all heads bent...

The world we're in
it seems to be...

While angels fall from grace
And gods turn a blind eye...

Deep shadows now in old town's center
Fear drips here, helter skelter...

City builds up to metropolis
While crimson eyes watch the necropolis...

City builds up to metropolis
While crimson eyes watch the necropolis...

Deep shadows now in old town's center
Fear drips here, helter skelter...

Eyes as bright as the sun's light
Fire within an intense blaze...

While angels fall from grace
And gods turn a blind eye...

She fell from grace
to the grave...