Death From Above

The years 19 4-5
And we're about to be buried alive
From the winter of death
Choking choking as we splinter
From our own homes
Burning wood and a flicker of chrome
Is this the end of man
What we do with our own 2 hands
JRO
Melts mortals with chrome
Once filled with love
Now we shout…
Death from above
Chaos it knows no bounds
Time to unleash hell on this town
Look at the sky my love
The whistle screams Death from
Above
No more, no less, Know how
All this pain gets the devil aroused
The world once loved thereof
Is about to feel Death from above
J.R.O.
Melts mortals with chrome
Once filled with love
Now we shout… Death from above!
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