Other times the thunder skies turn white
And winds carry odors from the outter rife
Sounds of past as future's calling light
Could it be another life?
Other times the thousand angels fall
Swords of light and blades to shine upon the way
Promising we can be standing tall
Overnight the warriors of day
And the moonlight smooths out all the scars
And our love is washing off the sins
We must be forgiven by the stars
For their pain experienced within
Though the truth would cleanse the history
There is something higher than the truth
Either old man's wisdom treasury
Or the sonic martyrdom of youth
Other times the thunder skies turn white
Other times the thousand angels fall
Sounds of past as future's calling light
Promising we can be standing tall
Other times...
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Other times
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