the dawning of our law I hear you Your fadin' voice I feel you Die on the cross The joy it brings When heaven burns Your golden gates Don't try to do
our love It's just the dawning of our love I feel you Your heart it sings I feel you The joy it brings Where heaven waits Those golden gates And back
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides Upon four legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun
stick of gum out my mouth See I'm a devil in the street from the serious rhyme But still I'm an angel in my Mamas eyes In my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLS
Gold and amber, shining through Swear by the moon, I'll wait for you Silent treasures, tender blushes Soft surrender to discover Feel the wings we whisper
und Gotterdammerung Do you want an angel Heaven clad as the stars fell Do you want an angel Poison of god to make it well For want of an angel For all
church killer don't worship and the cops got bored Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel
war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more 'Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavenly champagne What angels saw, with golden
Are Screaming Out My Name From The Splendour Of The Inland Waterways (IV. Drifting Through Neptunes Veins) (*) Golden Horses Pull My Chariot Black Angels
Nobody will be spared, heaven is only there For the ones who satisfy them at Saint Peter's Gate I woke up with the dawn, there was someone in my room A woman, like an angel
clasp of pain In a dark lowland that set bad blood in veins Burning, like penal fires roused to strain The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses The golden dawn
With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee His eyes a picture of distaste, dawn to tears and in their place The dawn of time and fates
very tired Give them couches where the angels sleep And light those fires Let them wake whole again To brand new dawns Fired by the sun not wartime'
gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away Lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the wall gold
skies Are weavin' a web of haze Golden shores are so far away From silver dreams Arcades cast platinum shades Way back to the early days Here the stardust angel
wine of the Sun, And golden dust studs my mystical face. Drain me to the dregs, you, Keepers of Truth, You, Guardians of Beauty! The birds of dawn
a turkey that you know will fold You may be stranded out in the cold Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold Let's go on with the show The butcher