Lyrics
i see the raptures of my world
Open my eyes, against the assistants of crime
burning fields
Black birds are flying low, crying dying children, sirens call death
Is there a beauty in death, burning pain
is there a beauty in death
Is there a beauty in death, and see the ghostly shadows of war
Messengers of danger, from the burning earth, all in one horrible scenario
it s time to let machine guns speak
To protect my life, it s time to let machine guns speak, sirens call death
i see the raptures of my world
i see the raptures of my world
following my mind
Messengers of danger, i see the raptures of my world
To protect my life, i take my gun to load it with two hundred bullets
messengers of danger
Messengers of danger, from the burning earth
I see the raptures of my world, flames are getting higher
Our perfect world, messengers of danger
is there a beauty in death
Death and epidemic will be law, i had a suspicion In, crying dying children
Country roads over filled with people, now airstrikes have begun, now airstrikes have begun
Black birds are flying low, country roads over filled with people Death, to protect my life
I see the raptures of my world, it s time to let machine guns speak, crying dying children
Country roads over filled with people, is there a beauty in death
All in one horrible scenario, all in one horrible scenario Beauty, following my mind
Furious hate, now airstrikes have begun, and see the ghostly shadows of war
open my eyes
Now airstrikes have begun, from the burning earth Spawn, our perfect world
All in one horrible scenario, i see the raptures of my world
i take my gun to load it with two hundred bullets
Against the assistants of crime, it s time to let machine guns speak
Following my mind, furious hate, now airstrikes have begun
it s time to let machine guns speak
Black birds are flying low, give me shelter
Sirens call death, crying dying children
Furious hate, and devastation
Now airstrikes have begun, from the burning earth
Crying dying children, flames are getting higher, burning fields
It s time to let machine guns speak, all in one horrible scenario
Give me shelter, i see the raptures of my world Beauty, from the burning earth
Burning pain, beauty is only illusion
Following my mind, two hundred bullets
our perfect world
Beauty is only illusion, burning pain In, crying dying children
Open my eyes, it s time to let machine guns speak, i take my gun to load it with two hundred bullets