make the world disappear, make the darkness my path I can feel the light is not my,
the throne are not for the living
angles are coming, coming down
to have us all.
one will shout holy! holy! ! , wish my trouble can disappear right in front of me, my hands should be in circles of peace, holiness is my story.
I don't want to feel this anymore
I Wish they can listen and see when we are pleading, I'm afraid if I speak I can be strike, angels are coming.
bad days will be no more, offering to the kings will be rare,
the world is down, when will I skin my weather? pity of joy all over his face, angels are coming down, down to have us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem