Текст: Moonspell. At Tragic Heights.

And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth
And there fell a grievous sore upon the men
Which had the mark of the beast

And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea
And it became as the blood of a dead man
And every living soul died in the sea
It is done

And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun
And power was given unto him to scorch men with fire

And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air
And there came a great voice
Out the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying, ?It is done?
It is done

At tragic heights, a failure pure
Surrender to nothing but the truth
Fall now, endlessly into the ashes
And dare to know

At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart

At tragic days, the weight of truth
Trust no one but your own blood
Shed now, eternally into the hearts
Then don't be cruel

At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart

At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart

And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth
And there fell a grievous sore upon the men
Which had the mark of the beast

And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea
And it became as the blood of a dead man
And every living soul died in the sea

The stars are born
All has begun
The shadow sun
Delirium

At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart

At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a rotten heart