LaNuit-en-Noir

Hear the angels cry walking down the empty streets Once beautiful and so sweet bodies bleed, bodies burn. This is the wrath of Karma's turn. Angels cry,Hear them weep a soulless country, dug too deep. Immortal being dig your grave No more people to reap or save. Countless cars along the street bodies laying broken and beat. Angels morn, Angels cry For all of you who had to die. Watch them choke, scream and yell above the sound of the churches bell. Our fathers return to which we await trumpets sound to announce our fate The innocent shall rise,the guilty will fall watch the savior stand above them all. Up the stairs and pas