The loosers are the winners The saints are the sinners The angels in heaven Keep falling, keep falling God is no forgiver He demands and you deliver The demons in hell Keep calling, keep calling Trough the night shall all wash away All the horrors of the day And a little angel on my side Tries to make it all worthwhile And with a little beauty in my bed I still wish that I was dead And the little angel on my side Takes me on a devil ride No rose without a thorn Dead before you're born A world full of nothing So keep praying, keep praying That what lies ahead of us In the eye of Horus A new sacred aeon We'll be obeying, obeying
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