Angels near the moon, with the black eyes, black eyes can die in the black sky, only like a pray, only in my sleep ...only in a black sky..in a black sky...in a black sky. We make love like a rock in the river of greed. We make love like a rock in demon's reasons. I ruined my fate with the stones of a greedy river. Throes carve up and come too late We shall not fear squawk strength in the Beauty. We shall hunt for love like a vital duty, Als war' der himmel still gegangen... My pray was another fall for your Might; yeah...yeah...yeah...Should you touch me over? He kissed me over...over...over. We shall not fear squawk strength in the Beauty. We shall hunt for love like a vital duty, Als war' der himmel still gegangen... Angels fly in a black sky. Why we lie when we live and when we die. White love in a river of cries Switches in a black paradise. And I show you how my heart restarts, how my heart... Kyriae Eleison, Kyriae Eleison. Angels fly in a black sky. Why we lie when we live and when we die. Sadness makes a river of cries, And we fall in a black paradise. Of fear we die alone, and yell without a tone While bleeding endless sense of prophecy.