NIGHT PASSES
1.
Poor us, we are all kings
when we gaze at the starry sky.
2.
The noise of the crowd grows faint
on the town square and in our blood.
3.
The voice will re-enter the angel’s trumpet.
Once again hell will rise on its feet.
NIGHT PASSES
1.
Poor us, we are all kings
when we gaze at the starry sky.
2.
The noise of the crowd grows faint
on the town square and in our blood.
3.
The voice will re-enter the angel’s trumpet.
Once again hell will rise on its feet.