You are the gospel that is spread A mighty voice, the rhymes of the dead The bible of the holy rage A broken angel of this age The fire in the flesh God knows I'm still possessed You are the thunder, earth and sea A born devil, a saint that deceives The silent footprints of the wolf The morning, sun, the saviour that engulfs I'm an image of perfection I'm the sunrise, resurrection You are the sense in all our fears The very reason of our tears A ticking warning in my soul The demon son of my own mould The fire in the flesh God knows I'm still possessed In the eyes of the world For the roots to the soul In the songs of the child The dead angel's alive In the eyes of the world For the roots to the soul In the heart of the wild I'm the angel alive
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