They think We're Dead
In the shadows of their reaping
Gone away in a cloud mountain
They think nothing walks amongst them
It is the rapture before them
When the darkness creeps into your mind
Hold out your hand and I'll be there
In this Mercy
We'll burn this place down to the ground
Four will come on wings and hooves
Wheel in wheel mastering Galactic Sound the Trumpets
Gods will start again
We'll burn this place down to the ground
We're going on a journey now
We're going to the new Kingdom now
We'll burn out Hell Fire
If you been turned away
Been turned away
I won't let you fall
We're going on a spaceship
We're going on a spaceship
Hold out your hand and I'll be there
In this Mercy
We'll burn this place down to the ground
We'll burn this place down to the ground
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