And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth And there fell a grievous sore upon the men Which had the mark of the beast And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea And it became as the blood of a dead man And every living soul died in the sea It is done And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun And power was given unto him to scorch men with fire And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air And there came a great voice Out the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying, 'It is done' It is done At tragic heights, a failure pure Surrender to nothing but the truth Fall now, endlessly into the ashes And dare to know At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart At tragic days, the weight of truth Trust no one but your own blood Shed now, eternally into the hearts Then don't be cruel At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth And there fell a grievous sore upon the men Which had the mark of the beast And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea And it became as the blood of a dead man And every living soul died in the sea The stars are born All has begun The shadow sun Delirium At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a rotten heart © DIRECTION PUBLISHING; SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING GMBH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com