Текст (слова) песни: Arena - A State Of Grace

Thinly veiled, a cruel disguise
Vengeance lies behind these eyes
Glaring from the pulpit
As the Fallen Angels follow me
Plageristic sermons
Hiding voyeuristic undertones
Foolishly they will embrace
And ignorant they follow me
Youve never truly known
The kind of place that I come from
You turned your back on all the signs
That bore the words of warning

Come to me my simple child
Tear apart your innocence
Pray with me beloved son
And I will help you find a way
Think before you throw yourself
Upon the tables and the merchant s
Are you sure this temple
Isnt just another cruel perversion?

Youve never truly known
The kind of place that I come from
You turned your back on all the signs
That bore the words of warning

Dont look for comfort in this house of mine
Dont ask for mercy at my image or my shrine
Dont seek forgiveness at this house of mine
Dont build a temple here
And wait for me to walk into the fire

I will make this promise now
A simple thing, a sacred vow
Come with me my pretty Angel
I will show you how to fly
We will fall together
Into unforgiving night we plunge!
Chained by sin and clothed by guilt
We will be as one forever

Dont look for comfort in this house of mine
Dont ask for mercy at my image or my shrine
Dont look for comfort in this house of mine
Dont break the Holy bread or drink the Holy wine
Dont seek forgiveness at this house of mine
Dont build a temple here
And wait for me to walk into the fire 
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Climbing The Net
Crying For Help IV
Cutting the Cards
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Enemy Without
Ghost In The Firewall
In The Blink Of An Eye
Jericho
Mea Culpa
Midas Vision
Moviedrome
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Pins And Needles
Running From Damascus
Salamander
Skin Game
Solomon
Spectre at the Feast
Tears In The Rain
The Butterfly Man
The City of Lanterns
The Hanging Tree
The Visitor
Tsunami
Valley Of The Kings
Waiting For The Flood
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