| Laying On A Field With Broken Hopes |
| Laying on a field with broken hopes, Fallen from heaven, everything is lost. Looking at the sky I've saw my sin. Can I be saved by tighter ropes Who're breathing my air, making me ghost? Redemption, what a sweet word to hear, But is for me far, or is it near? My sin is great in my own eyes. The choice was mine, but I've chose wrong, I was mistaken far too long. I am too proud, can't bend my will Deceiving humans, no big deal. The seven sins, I have them all... My real sin is heavier, Greater and unforgivable. I've tried with my unholy mace To drive You out from Your holy place. But I, wanitng all, both high and low, I've heard Your words just saying "NO". |
| Copyrite, blackmetalsun, '01 |