Lyrics Born Led God Death - Bölzer

Born Led God Death

Men’s hearts cool quickly
Beating for death
But the flames in her eyes
Make sure cinders of them
A pale face with gold buttons
Trumpets blanket fear
Her velvet scent fades
Amidst acrid orders of despair
Hands of hope grew weary
As eleven moons passed
Her cheeks long since kissed dry
By another’s lips
First-born
Cursed you are
Blessed blood
Doomed to fall
O sweet majesty above
Willst thou suffer my woes?
Raise mountains ‘neath my enemies
May swift be my passage below!
Bite the bullet
Before it eats you
Hell is full now
Heaven cannot refuse
Nightmares amok at the front
Fled suburban dreams
She knew not
That god himself had failed
To answer his prayers for her love