Traduction: Guerre personnels. Angels.
: Our fantasy, a story-book that never ends The greatest gift but we can't hold in our hands The gate to mystical dimensions and to things that live
afganistan? Hand this man a rifle Suit me up in camoflauge I salute the hand of sarge He is not a man in charge Im fightin this war Dont kno who im
the stream you wake up angry in the night, jump up, ready for a fight but the war is never won on this side of the sun now they tell me music can free a person
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling, Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee Ask the angels while they're falling Who that person could
in a zone and I'm froze To just sit and let these sick thoughts roam [Chorus x2] Angels and demons play tug of war with my soul I've lost control eternal
man [Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the
sun of man I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been [Incomprehensible] by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war
Move, ask the angels who they're calling Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee Ask the angels, while they're falling Who that person could possibly
mess with such things Just be true to your own vision This is your personal decision The dervish spins to a hu hu hu When he chants for love Nobody knows what the angels
You'll need holy water And a little bit of knowledge Invocation to your holy guardian angel The great evil around God gave man dominion Over fowls of
to Afghanistan? Hand this man a rifle, suit me up in camouflage I salute the hand of sarge, he is not a man in charge I?m fightin? this war, don?t know
Move Ask the angels who they're calling Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee Ask the angels while they're falling Who that person could possibly
know I'm waiting for the dove that never came home I'm waiting for the painter when his colours were gone I'm waiting for the soldiers at the war, I
the stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person
stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person
your children destroy what you've been building And when you're left to suffer he'll vivisect your mother He is the Lord and master of every war and