Текст песни P.O.D. Bullet The Blue Sky

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
>From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below


Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue


In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed; You raise a flower of fire
You see them burning crosses
You see the flames higher and higher


Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue


This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush