When the Lions Die - Suicidal Angels

Tyrants and sirens\nBloodlust and violence\nGods drown in to forgiveness\nOn the edge of nothingness\nPerfection seems so bright\nThrough rattling walls spilled is the light\nI saw the seas of blood\nJumped on the waves of violence\nAnd I faced the God\nDanced on the song of sirens\nAnd they divide\nTwo worlds collide\nIt’s not divine\nWhen the lions die\nWho falls from all he knows of bliss\nScreaming oh my god what’s this\nAnd in the night your bed sheet piss\nI saw the seas of blood\nJumped on the waves of violence\nAnd I faced the God\nDanced on the song of sirens\nAnd they divide\nTwo worlds collide\nIt’s not divine\nWhen the lions die\nAlways forward\nWhy this is awkward\nThere is no border\nIf your limit’s the sky, I’ve seen the moon\nCrash down the cowards\nStay in your shadows\nLive and love all your sorrows\nPraise on your gods\nPraise on your gods\nAnd in the midst the shadows dance\nDeath and hope are holding hands\nMisery and life in trance\nAnd on the dance of eyes\nYour final breath still lies\nFed from absence and cries\nI saw the seas of blood\nJumped on the waves of violence\nAnd I faced the God\nDanced on the song of sirens\nAnd they divide\nTwo worlds collide\nIt’s not divine\nWhen the lions die\nWhen the lions die