Licence to Kill کے بول

The cross It was the license to kill Where all of hell was gunned down in a field And all my foolish deeds forgotten Left for dead upon the hill The price Was more than robbing the bank Cause when your buying life It might cost yours to get it paid And so he laid it down in silence So we would never taste the pain The license to kill is held by The Man Who plunders the night with blood on His hands Carries the broken inside His own ribs back home The license to kill belongs to The One Who forsook Himself to fight for our love Sparing all of His heart so that He could call us His own The fight Well it is over and won So hold your head up high Into the setting Sun And love your brother like your Maker Till theres no breath left in your lungs