Untitled (исполнитель: London After Midnight)
Twilight... the leaves fall The ground... is oh so cold Sing about God Sing on his death! Sing about love And sing about Your great mystery's a lie Hypocrisy's [bad word] Sing on The. Death... of God! Of darkness and light Of heaven and [bad word] Of sinful delights Beneath our feet lie shattered wings Our screams bring the awakening of God... So say goodbye to torture and lies And if there's a God pray he opens his eyes His angels aren't the master race We'll tell him when we're face to face with God