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Engel
Live in virtue, no desire,
And in the grave an angels choir,
You look to heaven, wonder why,
No one can see them in the sky,
Just as the clouds have gone to sleep,
Angels can be seen in heavens keep,
Alone in fear they question why,
God knows i dont want to be an angel when i die.
Angels live they never die,
Apart from us beyond the sky,
Failing swords whove turned to ice,
So ashen-white in paradise.
Just as the clouds have gone to sleep,
Angels can be seen in heavens keep,
Alone in fear they question why,
God damn not an angel when i die.
When the clouds go to sleep,
You can see us in the sky,
Were afraid and are alone,
God knows i dont wanna be an angel
God damn not an angel when i die
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