Angels of Babylon - Winter's Verge

So can you hear me now?

We are calling out your names

Remember us, the very last

The ones to make a change

So can’t you see us now?

We are hanging on the edge

No return, our final stand

This cannot be the end

We cry out to you

Angels of Babylon, tell me what have we become?

The Holy City, the Gate of God

Now rubble in the sand

Angels of Babylon tell me what must be done?

Guide our ways, to the glory days

We are the chosen ones

Angels of Babylon

Have you forgotten us?

Have you turned your backs?

Here we are, in a no man’s land

Afraid of what will come

We cry out to you

Angels of Babylon, tell me what have we become?

The Holy City, the Gate of God

Now rubble in the sand

Angels of Babylon tell me what must be done?

Guide our ways, to the glory days

We are the chosen ones

Angels of Babylon