ALBUM REVIEW: Fire From The Gods – Soul Revolution
From the fire I am christened.
From the fire I am christened.
It’s time to play hide and seek with my psychosis.
Death settles in the air, painting the clouds in red with no mercy to spare.
Drink from the flowing gold, until it molds to your soul.
We don’t have time. Time has us.
My paper heart will fold.
Why do the dead have to bear the weight?
If I were born to hang, than I’ll never be drowned.
I’ll watch you burn.