Turn The Page lyrics

Hel - Turn The Page
There is no time to step aside.
Though He`s trembling in despair.
In lack of tears he grin.
A body bruised, he feels the pain.
Visions built of hate,
He calls for strength in vain.
Battle under blood-red skies,
fields of burning flesh,
Reflecting in his eyes.
Lives are ripped out of this world, crying winds are beeing heard.
Grinds his teeth in blistering rage, feel no pity – turn the page.
The twisted soul-his own black lair, in a state of disrepair.
Seems so thin the line to roam, Heaven`s calling – sense Hell`s dome.
An autumn day has turned to night,
the veil of fog increase.
Gods’ wing-strokes are in sight.
As he staggers on in haze,
he peels his flaking wounds.
He is Caught in death`s embrace
Lives are ripped out of this world, crying winds are beeing heard.
Grinds his teeth in blistering rage, feel no pity – turn the page.
The twisted soul-his own black lair, in a state of disrepair.
Seems so thin the line to roam, Heaven`s calling – sense Hell`s dome.
A body bruised, he feels the pain.
Visions built of hate,
He calls for strength in vain.
Battle under blood-red skies,
fields of burning flesh,
Reflecting in his eyes.
Lives are ripped out of this world, crying winds are beeing heard.
Grinds his teeth in blistering rage, feel no pity – turn the page.
The twisted soul-his own black lair, in a state of disrepair.
Seems so thin the line to roam, Heaven`s calling – sense Hell`s dome.