The gate is opened up in front of us Let's step into the holy heaven Let's go! Maybe we are glad That the saint doesn't love us Beautiful girls with cast
The gate is opened up in front of us Let's step into the holy heaven Let's go! Maybe we are glad That the saint doesn't love us Beautiful girls with
Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan Riders
Levi waits for me at the local 711 But just in case I don't make it there Send me to redneck heaven Take me to redneck heaven When I'm dead and gone
As a girl I watched the sailing ships Like white birds on the sea Their sails were wings that rode the wind My heart longed to be free I saw you standing
prayer for rain But a desperate prayer for you Like a heartless lover's lie Thunderheads blow across the mesa Thunderheads across the mountains As another dream goes by They glow like clouds from heaven
Risen from the ashes, the ashes of the dreams you burned So many wars these eyes have seen So many agonies my soul went through I died with them so many
you are dead Storm the gates of heaven Hold your head up high Storm the gates of heaven Look God right in the eye Storm the gates of heaven If anyone
Translation: Heaven Shall Burn. To Harvest The Storm.
: Risen from the ashes, the ashes of the dreams you burned So many wars these eyes have seen So many agonies my soul went through I died with them so
: (originally by The Doors feat. Chester Bennington & Ray Manzarek) Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world
Mayhem upon the heavens Destruction in the skies Demons casting angels To their ultimate demise Through the twilight Darkness and moon arise Death shall
Heimlich, still und leise Hier kann uns niemand sehn Der Moment musste ewig dauern Doch alles schmeckt nach Abschied Ich muss dich bald verlassen Es
Ich wollte Dinge tun, die ich nicht konnte Hab mir selbst von gestern erzahlt Und die Schlingen zogen sich immer enger Hab zu haufig das Falsche gewahlt
Das erste Gerusch auf der Strae wird laut Der Tag bricht an Die Gestalten verschwinden Stimmen des Morgens wehen heran Ein neuer Tag der Sehnsucht Ein
Ich will nur die Zeit vergessen Und fluchten vor dem Raub Der mir das Leben stiehlt Und meine Hoffnung verbaut Ich will dorthin fluchten Wo mich niemand
