Where Angels Die - zero degree

The end of days in this blue reservation

A million corpses blast into outer space

All the pieces of human population

Are frozen space debris

From a seemingly intact place

This is the sound of the last trombone!

Houston can you hear it?

This is the sound of the last trombone!

Houston can you hear it?

Fly where angels die

Fly where angels die

All is lost in this cold tranquility

Who is out there to save our souls?

Fly where angels die

Fly where angels die

This is the sound of the last trombone!

Houston can you hear it?

This is the sound of the last trombone!

Houston can you hear it?