Fallen Angels
The backstory
So this track was originally written and recorded in 2008!!
You can find it at Soundclick Volume One where it's been since January 2009.
It went straight to the Soundclick Rock and Rock General charts at NUMBER 1 and stayed there for a little while.
We were very chuffed.
The song itself is a dark, apocalyptic warning about humanity, religious extremism, war and the manipulation of belief.
It's not an anti-religion song, more a condemnation of what humans do with religion, power and certainty. Especially when people convince themselves that they're acting on behalf of God.
Lyrics
The whining sirens will return
the wailing of the dead.
and the oceans will run red.
Fingers in a peaceful mind
Fire and Brimstones stench
Raining molten lead.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
Wheels turn and the fires burn
like a feral sun's caress.
Will split the world in two.
A thousand years, a million tears
where angels fear to tread.
Read your book of truth.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
Ripping yarns and fallen stars,
cascading overhead,
Broken sails and fingernails.
the smell of agrid breath
You declare divinity 'n
The soulless stake their claim,
the highest stakes from civil apes
someone else will take the blame.
Religion pushing at the boundaries
of peace. Pushing till it's breached,
Sightless puppeteers,
pulling strings behind the scenes.
The name of God's on riteous lips,
on every bullet, every blade
taking every slaughtered life
death is final all the same.
When the world descends to darkness,
it won't matter how it's sliced.
Coz a vengeful son of God degrees
that mankind's had it's time.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
the wailing of the dead.
and the oceans will run red.
Fingers in a peaceful mind
Fire and Brimstones stench
Raining molten lead.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
Wheels turn and the fires burn
like a feral sun's caress.
Will split the world in two.
A thousand years, a million tears
where angels fear to tread.
Read your book of truth.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
Ripping yarns and fallen stars,
cascading overhead,
Broken sails and fingernails.
the smell of agrid breath
You declare divinity 'n
The soulless stake their claim,
the highest stakes from civil apes
someone else will take the blame.
Religion pushing at the boundaries
of peace. Pushing till it's breached,
Sightless puppeteers,
pulling strings behind the scenes.
The name of God's on riteous lips,
on every bullet, every blade
taking every slaughtered life
death is final all the same.
When the world descends to darkness,
it won't matter how it's sliced.
Coz a vengeful son of God degrees
that mankind's had it's time.
Fallen angels fill the skies.
It's time to bring them into line,
All the excuses and all the b*** in'
in our broken world
nothin' can be done.
coz it's......your time to run.
How this was made
- Lyrics
- 100% written by Simon Hazzard, 2008.
- Music
- 100% composed by Ricky in 2008.
- Vocals and performance
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We uploaded our original recordings to Suno and curated a prompt to improve some elements of the performance