Sculptures Of Pain

<br>Satan is calling<br>But we can`t be free<br>With him we were falling<br>Now we stand as we are<br>Turned to stone<br>We were giants of heaven<br>Now we are doomed for two thousand years<br>We burned in sulphur and fire<br>Now we are sculptures in chains<br>Sculptures of pain<br>Our dreams of Utopia<br>Were dreams that were real<br>And some day we`ll be there<br>In a time when our souls<br>Have been healed<br>But wings have been broken<br>Eyes have been darkened by hate<br>We`re trapped in this nowhere<br>Awaiting the time when we all shall<br>BE FREE<br>Sculptures of pain<br>I - Gabriel the angel<br>A sculpture of pain<br>In the middle of nowhere<br>Not heaven nor hell<br>I hear him calling<br>From his throne, I hear him cry<br>He`s crumbled and broken<br>And he sits where he sits<br>Made of stone<br>We`re sculptures of pain<br>We`re turned to stone<br>But we shall be free<br>His words are clear<br>We were before<br>We shall be again<br>We are sculptures of pain<br>Crumbled angels of hell<br>We`re meant to be<br>We shall rule again, we shall be again<br>We are sculptures of pain<br>Crumbled angels of hell<br>We`re meant to be<br>We shall rule again<br>We shall crack the shell and fly