In a place of wind and dust
in a hole beyond the town
where the sun it never warms, and the justice lose its name
like a rule which no one tried to wrote
there’s a mother laying in the dark
she’s praying for another son, living like a rolling stone
He ran away before the storm, when sirens sounded breaking the door
when you born there in the dumps
your time is nothing worth
Thunder in the edge of town drums into the darkness
echoes at the end of time
but saints never surrender, this is not a day to die
And at dawn of brand new day
when the cold embrace the town
there’s a woman in the crowd, there’s an angel in disguisse
like a gun beneath her lips she spat
“here’s the promise in my soul”
never let the other ones chase the way which killed me out
Should never go into the storm, saints should not fear the omen’s ghouls
if you were born there in the dumps
your blood is something worth
Thunder in the edge of town drums into the darkness
echoes at the end of time
but saints never surrender, this is not a day to die
‘cause saints never surrender when Jericho falls
Thunder in the edge of town drums into the darkness
echoes at the end of time
but saints never surrender
this is not a day to die
‘cause saints never surrender
when Jericho falls, falls, falls…
‘cause saints never surrender
this is not a day to die
‘cause saints never, never, never surrender
when Jericho falls
