Texty: Swans. The Burning World. Let It Come Down.

Some Men Are Made Of Steel And Blood
Some Fall From Heaven When Their Time Does Come
Some Of Us We Run From A Shapeless Form
And Some Men They Hide From A Howling Storm
Now I Will Wander Through The Falling Flames
And I Will Drown In The Burning Rain
Sha La La La La La La, Let It Come Down
Sha La La La La La La, Let It Come Down
There Is A Place With Nothing To Gain
There Lies The Lover Who Has Broken No Chain
He Sits By The Window And He Stares At The Dark
She Feels For The Knife That Will Split His Heart
Now We Are Betrayed In The Cold Black Pain
And A Fire Will Rain Down Again And Again
Sha La La La La La La, Let It Come Down
Sha La La La La La La, Let It Come Down