Fire line is painting the sky in red.
The town sleeps in its quiet peaceful bed.
And I have a role, duty and my chase.
“If not me, then who?” – this is my pass phrase.
Now the plane wings leave with our special squad,
Soon the hell will start!
Armed to the teeth, we are all the malicious and bluing race,
For guiltless men it's a revenge.
My name's Grim Reaper and you will never reach heaven's place.
If God forgive, then I shall avenge.
I don't know the truth, but I follow the sign.
Which of you are is next in line?
All tied up in one moment in action.
The sky don't have to wait for anyone.
It's hard to be a God, not the attraction,
And to decide who'll live and who'll be gone.
There's always the Judgement Day, burning land and the dust atop.
I'm evil on the goodwill side.
At sunset I saw the Angel face through my sniper scope –
War is a very cynic fight.
All thoughts fly away like a shotgun blast.
Come the night, as in the past!
All tied up in one moment in action.
The sky don't have to wait for anyone.
It's hard to be a God, not the attraction,
And to decide who'll live and who'll be gone.
Someone has to take this big role with great skill.
If I don't, who will?
All tied up in one moment in action.
The sky don't have to wait for anyone.
It's hard to be a God, not the attraction,
And to decide who'll live and who'll be gone.