How many lives how many dreams will be washed away
How many stars how many tears will fall down in vain
I learned to fly when I was a child and if you try to break
My wings we’re creating
Better ones cause we aint gonna give in
Mistreaters and cowards, sinners and liars
True unbelievers you’re time will come
A new century, the final brigade
The seventh angel coming back in the game
The names on the wall are all dead and gone
The seventh angel coming back in control
Keep your head up high and walk your own way
You got one life one life one shot to go to be what you want
Never ever let the words of them take over your mind
Never ever let the voices from the past bring you down
Never look back again, just fight for your right
Let the angel be your light
Mistreaters and cowards, sinners and liars
True unbelievers you’re time will come
A new century, the final brigade
The seventh angel coming back in the game
The names on the wall are all dead and gone
The seventh angel coming back in control
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