We passed away as the
Last leaves of autumn are killed by
Summer's lies
Now we finally understand
What people mean by your life flashing
Before your eyes
Like angels falling from heaven
To the furthest reaches of hell
As we finally arrive at death's door
Our knocking the final sound we'll hear
The last call we'll make
Punch the numbers 666
Into your phone
It won't be long now
Until we'll be able to see the
Skulls and bones
Like angels falling from heaven
To the furthest reaches of hell
As we finally arrive at death's door
Our knocking the final sound we'll hear
Darkness rising like smoke
Our lives as dark as the ashes from
Burning coals
It's too late to turn back now
To the devil we've already
Sold our souls
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