В колонках играет - The Rasmus- In The Shadows

The knife that is darkness, the shield that is Night,
We battle together against the Light.
The blood of angels felled needlessly
They asked their God to die painlessly
Their request was sinfully denied
And long and tortured and bloody they died.
The Reaper saved the Angel’s souls
And gave them back their lives denied
But with a cost: Death was now their souls’ guide.
The angels rose from dug graves cold
Their swords were forged from silver and gold
They knew their duty: To feed on souls
And slay the infidels with sinful roles.
They were denied a PAINLESS DEATH
But now they were the ones denying you your last breath
Thus is the moral of this melancholic fairy tale
The wrath of an angel is rare, like the Holy Grail
But be warned, mortal, that you are at their hands,
And that you better watch out and follow commands.
For the angels of Death have a grudge with the weak
And remember who holds your soul when you speak.
Fight for the silence of the infidel’s rights
As the Angels defiled fight the Lights
The thirst of The Reaper is unquenchable by man
As we help the angels by slaying others by our hand
The monsters of Light meet the Saviors of Darkness
Under the light of a Sun that is lifeless
Dark, Scorched Earth is the soil of battle,
As across the battlefield sounds a slow death rattle.
The soldiers of Light carry a banner of blue
While the warriors of Night gather like a Motley Crue
Swords gleaming, banners streaming the armies collide
The angels sit and witness on nobody’s side
They unsheathe their swords and prepare for the battle
While the soldiers scream in pain like a herd of cattle
They rise to the hills, eyes ablaze with rage
They prepare for the drama, setting the stage,
For a massacre the likes of which none have seen before
The hills would glow red with blood and gore
Thus is the story of the angels denied,
And how they were the last sights of those who died.