Gamma Ray. To the Metal!. Mother Angel. Zeneszám
From the book of life
Comes a rider for the damned
And he wields the scythe
As he rides across the land
But when he comes you'll never know
That it's time for you to leave the world
Mother Angel, tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky?
Was it time for you to disappear and go?
Is there something I should know?
Was it time for you to go?
Waiting for a sign
From you to let me know
Here on my own
From the ashes we do come
To the ashes we shall go
And the dust that we were made of
Shall embrace our very soul
All the times that we don't know
Make it harder to believe in God and heaven above
So Mother Angel, tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky?
Was it time for you to leave and let it go?
Is there something I should know?
Was it time for you to go?
Waiting for a sign
From you to let me know
Here on my own
My hands reach out into thin air
And the truth is hard to bear
No one comes to bring you back again
Mother Ange, tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky?
Was it time for you to disappear and go?
Is there something I should know?
Is it time to let you?
Waiting for a sign
From you to let me know
I'm here on my own
Here on my own
Here on my own
Comes a rider for the damned
And he wields the scythe
As he rides across the land
But when he comes you'll never know
That it's time for you to leave the world
Mother Angel, tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky?
Was it time for you to disappear and go?
Is there something I should know?
Was it time for you to go?
Waiting for a sign
From you to let me know
Here on my own
From the ashes we do come
To the ashes we shall go
And the dust that we were made of
Shall embrace our very soul
All the times that we don't know
Make it harder to believe in God and heaven above
So Mother Angel, tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky?
Was it time for you to leave and let it go?
Is there something I should know?
Was it time for you to go?
Waiting for a sign
From you to let me know
Here on my own
My hands reach out into thin air
And the truth is hard to bear
No one comes to bring you back again
Mother Ange, tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky?
Was it time for you to disappear and go?
Is there something I should know?
Is it time to let you?
Waiting for a sign
From you to let me know
I'm here on my own
Here on my own
Here on my own
Gamma Ray
Kedvencek