Fall From Grace کے بول

Far away daylight Has gone, behind Endless nights, unsacred creatures Are waiting in disguise Inhale the smell Of blood as a curse Laid upon us Took your faith In hands of fire Desire of foreign Places but yet so Known Gardens of chanting Whores and sins, You are devil's own You are devil's own River of tears In your soul River of tears From your eyes River of tears In your soul River of tears From your eyes You are devil's own... Devil's... devil's... own... Far away daylight Has gone, behind Endless nights, Unsacred creatures Are waiting disguise Inhale the smell Of blood as a curse Laid upon us You are devil's own River of tears in your soul River of tears from your eyes River of tears in your soul River of tears from your eyes You are devil's own Devil's... devil's... devil's... devil's Own... own... Devil's... devil's... devil's... devil's Own... own...