Stone Angels - Grave
The prince of the cherubs
The second order of the angels
Living a life term with death in his hands
Yet he's about to learn the lows
In a grave you'll sleep tonight, with thoughts of the dead
In a grave you'll sleep
The prince of the cherubs
He always brings us down
The look on his face, the smell on his breath
As he takes his place, below
Letras Stone Angels