I heard it through the rocks and bones. The breath came knockin at my door. It told me that my children hate. Ancient love they've been waiting for. I fell down distracted; But, I ain't going down no more.
There was like one, two, three, four, five, Angels of Apocalypse
Love is like a secret vibe. Back and forth it comes and goes. It's special like your deepest wish. It's glue between me and my tribe.
I have been broken, disgusted, But I don't go for that no more.
There was like one, two, three, four, five, Angels of Apocalypse!