Authority in the hands of the proud, death in the hands of the strong That has always been so and nothing has changed But now it's too late to think and to late to change something as well Fiery trails burning the remains of the sky
Re: Raining skies - give us hope for the new salvation Deep inside we all fear the obliteration No one will hear our call in noise of coming tides Night will fall hiding wounds on earth and bodies
The howl of the sirens is paralyzing my feeling, Depriving the forces... need to run, hide or quietly die This choice is likely will change nothing So I'm placing my hand under failing drops... Wash my sins away
Wash my sins away
Re: Raining skies - give us hope for the new salvation Deep inside we all fear the obliteration No one will hear our call in noise of coming tides Night will fall hiding wounds on earth and bodies
Now I will see that no one should know Fire and rain, both are doomed to fall Both they can pure my flesh and my soul Only one of them brings the death to us all
So, I'm turning my face to the clouded sky Proud to stand in this moment, and going to die I'm facing the end, I'm facing the rain I hope that it will wash my sins away