I hear angles,
calling my name,
they're saying something,
that instantly puts me to shame.
I can't hear them clearly,
not at all,
but whatever they're saying,
it makes my spirit fall.
It burns my ears,
to have to hear,
all the danger,
coming near.
They're protecting me,
from something unknown,
but why would it be after me,
why won't it leave me alone?
They can't protect me,
not forever...
my soul belongs to him...
he'll get the better.
I sold my soul,
I did the s***,
so leave me alone angels,
let me pay for it.
...
Satan is gone,
God has my soul,
do you know what happened?
They made him let me go.
Great things can happen,
when you believe...
thanks to the angels,
I'm now free.
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