The preacher's praying by the moon
Skinned knees on the dirty ground
He's crawling under the cross of shame
Shouting to the skies His mighty name
I cannot follow your wrecked path
I see holes with helpless shadows
Devouring souls with heated blood
There is hell reaching your breath
I give my chest to hold my kind
My arms high in a shield of flesh
Watch this keeper of the earth...
We are your poor lost sheeps
Dying on the edge of the sickle
The reaper cuts with your mighty hand
You sate your greed with our guts in the end
Have you forgot your own creation?
Have you seed life to see it die?
Punish my soul if my flesh is in sin
I won't restrain the leaden hammer
Have you forgot your own creation?
Have you seed life to see it die?
Punish my soul if my flesh is in sin
I won't restrain the leaden hammer