"The Angels" as written by Andrew Sebastion Williams, Carl Thomas, Jon Kingsley Hall, Michael Hill, Nicholas Keith Whitecross, Paul Roberts, Peter George Stewart and Russell Bryn Morgan....
Rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome
But the sickness bites hard
And yes, the razor's old
Their poisons braced in surrender
Killed every first born son
We were kneeling, dressed for burial,
Reaching for the knave
Heard voices laugh in the spirit at the
Plight of the living dead
A ghost at the bottom of my glass
Made it clear what they had said
"His devil's hear in a tinder-box,
This dog has turned away"
Well, I can't remember god when I'm...
And I'm drunk all day
Before I leave you, bring the demons on
Your beauty sleep brought to mind
A fever hung on the mid-wife's jaw
(Chorus) repeat
Some said I was wrong to dream that way
And some made light of death and sorrow
But death is glory...now

Lyrics submitted by faust, edited by JudasDenied

"The Angels (Cruciform)" as written by Robert Peter Williams Guy Chambers

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    General Commentaccepting corrections.
    fauston June 13, 2002   Link
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    General CommentWould "Rubella" (as in the illness) make more sense in this song, than "Rebel"
    ikkunaprincessaon September 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThe lyrics sound more like:

    "Your beauty sleep brought to mind the fever hung on the midwife's jaw"
    NickTheStripperon December 26, 2006   Link
  • -1
    General CommentCan someone include the song "Mother"? I love that one, and I would like to know what other pp think about the meaning of that song. Thank you.
    angeliquezombifiedon January 14, 2009   Link

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