I heard it through the rocks and bones.
The breath came knockin at my door.
It told me that my children hate.
Ancient love they've been waiting for.
I fell down distracted;
But, I ain't going down no more.
There was like one, two, three, four, five,
Angels of Apocalypse
Love is like a secret vibe.
Back and forth it comes and goes.
It's special like your deepest wish.
It's glue between me and my tribe.
I have been broken, disgusted,
But I don't go for that no more.
There was like one, two, three, four, five,
Angels of Apocalypse!