Angels-Professor Johnson/His Gospel Singers

Angels - PRO we're standing on a hill you and me touched by god love is our armory you hold my hand lights from above flowers around us they bow for our love birds are singing in the sky give me your hand we have to go into the wasteland we are the last defenders our wings spread wide you press my hand our fate is to fight they can`t tear us apart the sky is fading to grey tears in our eyes tears in our eyes we are walking over skeletons we are praying for another day we are passing recent battlefields our love can't force this storm away