Angra

Stand away the dreaded burning fire
Will leave its mark for those with no desire
Stand in front of the whole creation
Face the people starve for comprehension
From the ones who rule us all
In this field the dying embers soil
All around we mourn
(CHORUS)
Oh, here they come again
(Now they're coming more aggressive
Tearing down our only chances)
The stars can't find the purple sky
(Loneliness will find its reason
treasured seeds for every season)
Long for the day be back someday
And the church