CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hellfire (Live)
"My friends, my people, my flock; I have had a vision – a vast fiery orb, floating in an endless void, and there, so small, so fragile, us! But falling, falling, falling into the flames."
Your soul is connected to the world you’re in
You’re dragging it down with the weight of your sin
Surrounded by temptation and you just give in
We’re falling into the flames
That fire! That fire! That hellfire!
Your brow becomes slick as you perspire
You think you’re thirsty now wait 'til it gets drier
And you feel the heat of the flames
That fire! That fire! That hellfire!
Your sick and sinful lives will build a funeral pyre
Your perversion scars the station, son, it's gonna fry her
And we all fall into the flames
"Oh I have seen damnation my brothers. I have felt its searing heat within my very bones. But there is a way we may be saved. 'Oh tell us Father Galahad, tell us!' I hear you cry. 'Is it piety, is it purity, is it virtue?' No! The only way to save us now is the holy grail itself!"
Well that orb of damnation makes the sun seem pale
You’re quite correct to quiver, you are right to quail
The only way to save us is to find that grail
Or we all fall into the flames
Your soul is connected to the world you’re in
You’re dragging it down with the weight of your sin
Surrounded by temptation and you just give in
We’re falling into the flames
That fire! That fire! That hellfire!
Your brow becomes slick as you perspire
You think you’re thirsty now wait 'til it gets drier
And you feel the heat of the flames
That fire! That fire! That hellfire!
Your sick and sinful lives will build a funeral pyre
Your perversion scars the station, son, it's gonna fry her
And we all fall into the flames
"Oh I have seen damnation my brothers. I have felt its searing heat within my very bones. But there is a way we may be saved. 'Oh tell us Father Galahad, tell us!' I hear you cry. 'Is it piety, is it purity, is it virtue?' No! The only way to save us now is the holy grail itself!"
Well that orb of damnation makes the sun seem pale
You’re quite correct to quiver, you are right to quail
The only way to save us is to find that grail
Or we all fall into the flames
