Из альбома: The Ghost Moon Orchestra
Devil came up from way below,
Come and pick a fight with the orchestra.
Ended up here in all these symphonies,
Come and bring the cold while is to your knees.
The sky was on fire, the world was in chaos,
Everybody ran away, everybody ran away.
It was strange, it was strange, it was strange,
It was raging, it was tearing the skies.
Archers were heavy in the northern lights,
Gonna pick a whole in the devil’s skin.
Million players on a backdrop moon,
Listen to the feelings deep inside.
All are taking back at him,
All the hate and rage within.
Every kid and every sin,
Boiling to his symphony.
The thunder cracked in every sky,
Everybody ran away, everybody ran away.
And they played, and they played, and they played,
It was raging and it scream at the moon.
So they played, oh, they played,
And they played.
It was raging, with a tear in his eye.
And the rain, oh, the rain, and the rain,
He was gone, in a blink of an eye