The Seven Angels

Fi-re fal-ling from the sky Ar-mag-ged-don's draw-ing nigh Hear the toll of pain, In the fie-ry rain Fi-re fal-ling from the sky Ar-mag-ged-don's draw-ing nigh Hear the toll of pain, The time has come, the end's begun And the only one will come It has been fore-told By the vis-ions of the old And the mad-ness in their eyes Said his an-gel will ar-ise That's what they know "Ho-ly Lord it's o-ver, oh god We have done no wrong So we go where we be-long To the ne-ve-ren-ding dream But for those who lived in sin" They claim to know "Ho-ly Lord it's o-ver, oh god" Hey An-gel, can you tell me Will you lead us to the place Full of heat, in the fi-re For we on-ly brought dis-grace He is not the one. If they on-ly knew Hey Ang-el, will you take us To the judge-ment of his rage Hey will we die For we coul-dn't close the gate To the know--ledge as they have been told I don't know how could I prove No-thing but the clo-ven hoof Rei-gning o-ver them as well While they keep on figh-ting hell Ba-by-lon the scar-let who-re has come We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven Why don't we know We are the an-gels It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion Fi-re will burn us a-way We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven Why don't we know We are the an-gels It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion Fi-re will burn us a-way Re-dee-mer, de-va-sta-tion Hope it on-ly has been ment For the sin of the drea-mer Who broke the low you'd sent He is not the one. If they on-ly knew Hey, don't know but I won-dered: When we lost the seal a-gain May-be stoned by the in-cense Do we rise or just des-cent He is not the one. If they on-ly knew I don't know how could I prove No-thing but the clo-ven hoof Rei-gning o-ver them as well While they keep on figh-ting hell Ba-by-lon the scar-let who-re has come We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven Why don't we know We are the an-gels It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion Fi-re will burn us a-way We are the se-ven, judg-ement of hea-ven Why don't we know We are the an-gels It's re-ve-la-tion, soul cas-tig-nat-ion Fi-re will burn us a-way Woe to you Lon-ging for the wis-dom Woe to you Lon-ging for the light All my sons Bring me back what is mine Or you'll end bur-ning in this night Woe to you Lon-ging for the wis-dom Woe to you Lon-ging for the light All my sons Bring me back what is mine Or you'll end bur-ning in this night Woe to you Lon-ging for the wis-dom Woe to you Lon-ging for the light All my sons Bring me back what is mine Or you'll end bur-ning in this night Once I have been lost In what they told me to be-lieve Un-til I felt in bur-ning deep in-side To set my spi-rit free And I es-caped to ano-ther world To help the lit-tle men Who make me plunge in-to phi-lo-so-phy To feel my mind a-gain... And no one left to hold me tight On the `re-al` o-ther side But her in chains I had been a-lone Till the mad-man come along With+the know-ledge And silver long beard He was the first man e-ver tea-ching How I could be free Hel-ping me to find The mind and the soul They've been trying to hi-i-de a-way... And he pro-mised we'd help An-na If I'd help him to go all the way Go all the way in-to the world of minds O-pen the gate and do not close be-hind Pre-vent them from hi-ding the li-ght a-way Pre-vent them from tel-lin' us tales Or the end of all they scare us with Will+be a mil-lion em-pty brains... I could bring you what you told me The seal they need To close the gate for-e-ver But still I ha-ven't found a mea-ning A-n-n-a a will+we ev-er be-e to-ge-the-er You've been figh-ting for your soul And some-times it takes a toll Hope one day you'll un-der-stand What it means to hold in hands What they call a fan-ta-sy It is no-thing but a key To the world that now you're in That they call a wic-ked dream When you're wal-king on your own When you're bro-ken and a-lone You may feel us from in-side On the o-ther side of life. You've been figh-ting for your soul And some-times it takes a toll Hope one day you'll un-der-stand What it means to hold in hands What they call a fan-ta-sy It is no-thing but a key To the world that now you're in That they call a wic-ked dream You've been figh-ting for your soul And some-times it takes a toll Hope one day you'll un-der-stand What it means to hold in hands What they call a fan-ta-sy It is no-thing but a key To the world that now you're in That they call a wic-ked dream