The Watchers
Falling from the sky
God has cast us down
Knowingly we defy
Until we take the crown
Now we are your fucking Gods
Hell inside the promenade
Waiting for the sun to blur
Wickedness of the watchers
This angel has no eyes
Long ago its soul has died
Do you know the watchers sin?
Hatred and the prophet's grin
Learn the ways we win
Touch divinity
Masters of sin
Controlling destiny
Now we are your fucking Gods
Hell inside the promenade
Waiting for the sun to blur
Wickedness of the watchers
This angel has no eyes
Long ago its soul has died
Do you know the watchers sin?
Hatred and the prophet's grin
Do you know the watchers sin?
Do you speak our names
Traveling on the wind
We own this fucking game
We are that disciplined
Now we are your fucking Gods
Hell inside the promenade
Waiting for the sun to blur
Wickedness of the watchers
This angel has no eyes
Long ago its soul has died
Do you know the watchers sin?
Hatred and the prophet's grin
Do you know the watchers sin?