Throughout the land of sin
With only faith at stake
And so much more to win
Now, wouldn't Lord allow us a little fun?
That your wings just won't repel
But on your little crooked streak
You dry them up to Hell
Until the Sunday bells are calling you
Well, we all need a little taste of that forbidden fruit
And in the night Satan is divine
Your faith barely lasts until the church bells fade
I sincerely wish you better luck tonight
It's what i see, it's what i love, it's what i do
And now the columns are falling on you
But it the colonnades of faith, we're passing through
- The Temple Of The Crescen..
- Enquinox Of The Gods
- Until The Hellhounds Slee..
- Will They Come?
- Summertime Is Gone
- Katarraktis Apo Aima
- Raining Dead Angels
- Via Dolorosa