If one day remains And the truth is to end the glory What picture will you paint this day If you fall into sleep, endless pain Wake up the sirens will scream your name You will lose your soul And selfcontrol Not even pictures can cover that pain The scene on the screen Temptations of healing ages The witch has now become your mate But the light in her eye is a fake One day she will burn and receive her fate You must make a choice To which cross will you bow Only you can decide your own fate Hail to the King Hail the keeper of the key Hail to the King Hail to the King I know a place With You I belong Let the millennium come The shine will be A journey to see In the morning days I wont be afraid In the morning days When the sun arises I will see your face And my life will never die You travel in time To temples of death and glory In which temple will you pray one day Cant you see victory pays a price Stop trembling and listen to my advice I have made my choice I will pray to the cross With the sign of a wounded lamb So just listen to me Through Christ youll be free Paint your picture in Gods holy hand
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