Mystic Prophecy

I call you my lord
From the depths of my heart
From the first day I was born
I carry your holy thorn
Every night the demon in me
Take this sickness out please set me free
Father... you forsake your son for his sins
I give my soul for you
And you break my heart in two
All night I fall grace
In all my darkend days
Like an angel lost in haze
My broken wings will blaze
So many hate and pain
Without a victory
So many blood remain
Last step of history
Revolution evil... evil!
Across upon the sky
My last salvation
Now it's time to die