F.a.q. Grapes
they're shining red like the dawn
when the sun above is rising
and as daylight brings the light
count the heartbeats in an hour
they're glowing red like the sunset
now the sun has drenched in blood
and when the moon above is colliding
shadow turns into fire
when night is fading out the lights
whitechapel drowns in darkness
and the juwes are the men
that will not be blamed for nothing
when the morning wakes up again
the streets are bright and dirty
wash it off the wall
leave pennies for the ferryman
grapes for the unfortunates
feeding the whores of the apocalypse
grapes to seduce the soul
the red right hand of fate
they're shining red like the dawn
when the sun above is rising
and as daylight brings the light
count the heartbeats in an hour
grapes for the unfortunates
feeding the whores of the apocalypse
grapes to seduce the soul
the red right hand of fate
they're shining red like the dawn
when the hand of fate is raised
it is the edge of the blade
before shadow turns into fire
grapes for the unfortunates
feeding the whores of the apocalypse
a poison to unleash hell
my raise to heaven’s gate
the red right hand of fate
