The Night Was Dark, The Horizon Was Far. I Felt The Wind In My Face. After The Rain, When Death Embraced. And I'm Waiting For The Sunrise. Between Paradise And Suicide.
Blood is running down the street. The war's still going on. The soldiers are marching to the beat. They never will come home. . Fear and terror mutilate.
Believer, deceiver. The question is 'Where is our God?'. Thunder and lightning. I see her face in the dawn. . No one can see this, except my own eyes.