Songtexte Release - Fyrce Muons

Are there spirits
Winged demons there for your cold
Where will you go
They always use your cold
Your fears your escapes

Like the wind you take
Down from the sky
As grace seethes in your soul seizing your space
In heaven you want like the rest of the white robes
And the men with their ledgers their pens their blood for the angst
Like the wind you take
Lot of people you go deep shit

There's a way that you cash in your soul
Tidings and gifts and money and gold
Pay for your sins
You can always begin again
Angels always on your shoulder
Whisper in your ear your fears

They see your tears
They know just what to do
Where will you go
Pay for your soul
Pay for your life

Are there spirits
Seeing your space
With pens and blood
Like the wind you take
Down from the sky
Deep deep shit