Generation day, shot! Falling away, a generation dies And going in to the new times Revelations of the mind Destination changing all the tides Hate the way, speed of light Innocent cannot feel this fight or get it right Situation coming strong

I sing soft and low Just like the moon Over the snow I hear icicles falling in the dark We're just like anyone else We just want a little bit Of sun for ourselves And a little bit of rain

Slaves ov the dead gods Martyrs ov the falsehood Your life is death now Engulfed by the wake ov a million years Welcome to Amenti Jerusalem is falling! "Paint me as a dead soul The flesh, the image, the reflection Let's complete the illusion"

Razz the kid Just like the girlies back at corner store Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand Because she love me I'm the chosen one These are the days to not

The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

I'm a raging fire, you're my hearts desire I'm a raging fire, your my hearts desire Nights falling on me like a big black coat Staring through the window at the empty cold Thick white smoke rolling off my lips My chest feeling heavy like a cannon ball

Midway (Display their mind, ordering carriers, admirals at war) We'll meet at midway (To win the fight, tactics are crucial) Naval war Far from shore, a Pacific war Bombs are falling from the skies It's a bomb-run day, it's the naval way A blood-red sun

And now's the time, the time is now To sing my song I've been this way ten years to the day I can't find my bluebird I keep rambling, baby Leaves are falling all around It's time I was on my way

If these walls could talk If these walls could talk, I'd hope they wouldn't say anything Because they've seen way too many things 'Cause we'd fall from grace, we're falling Yeah, we'd fall from grace Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard

Falling (falling) into the night Tudo o que quer me dar (everything you want to give me) É pesado (it's too much) não há paz (it's heavy) Tudo o que quer de mim (there is no peace) Irreais (all you want from me) Expectativas (isn't real expectations) All