Angel's wings on devil's skin,
kindness helps the evil to survive.
From the goodness of my heart I commit a crime.
Darkness fits me tonight,
but does it fit me for the rest of my life.
Send the horses on their way along with your will
to fill the farawayland with the beauty of your soul.
The heroes are dead tonight,
but the city never sleeps.
There is no peace on empty screaming streets
and their reflection shows the the ugly ruins of mislocated souls.
Like the one-winged bird reaches for the sky
believing once again that hope will never die,
but the heroes are dead tonight.
Downhill we go in eternal row
to the circle where our darkest secrets will be revealed
to the place where our greatest fears become real
to serve the monster we've created in our rotten minds.
Our faceless spirits are brought to the River Lethe
and there is no paradise, no purgatory.
This is the Deathzone - our story.
Because the heroes are dead tonight..
