my feet were rested and I'd laid my sons to sleep I went out in search of animals whose blood you might believe I slit their throats and I help them up towards the sky
of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill. Sara, Sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life, Sara, Sara, Radiant jewel, mystical wife. Sleepin' in the woods
out of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill. Sara, Sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life, Sara, Sara, Radiant jewel, mystical wife. Sleepin' in the woods
the red flame light the sky Burn down the mission Burn it down to stay alive It's our only chance of living Take all you need to live inside Deep in the woods
lit a fire Magical brimstone sparks ashes from the hazel wood Dancing with the banshee, fire rose up to the sky. The dead of night parts the sky, the
give em a pair of wings In January she fought off bats The fbi firing gats even lying (lion) attaks Running from wolf packs thru the woods black Never
is Horsemen Talk {*echoes*} [Outro: Movie Sample] I remember the first war The way the sky burned The faces of angels destroyed I saw a third of Heaven
. And all the world, and you... the Firesky. The Firesky. So the sky looks down, Above our plains, bombers are roaring by. The Cockchafer flies. The fires are red wood
say the sky is falling Are the angels coming too? I'm gonna catch them when they come Catch them as they fall Climb on top the tower, get me closer to the sky
dream Every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings
flame light the sky Burn down the mission Burn it down to stay alive It's our only chance of living Take all you need to live inside Deep in the woods
s gon' be repercussions Smack niggas faces [Chorus x4: Warcloud] War, War, Warcloud [Warcloud:] Aiyo, you get strangled in burgundy velvet ropes Stained wooden
you like Come up out your hood, it ain't never all good We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles
wake up to a wet dream every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I
One thousand, 'nay, a million voices, full of fear. And terror posessed me then. And I begged, "Angel Of The Lord, what are these totured screams?" and the Angel
this is Horsemen Talk {*echoes*} [Outro: Movie Sample] I remember the first war The way the sky burned The faces of angels destroyed I saw a third of
hand in mine Remembering a fragrance Full of melancholy time You see those ravens breaking the prairie sky? We used to go where ravens fly Our giddy laughter made the angels