We bear the mark of violence, crossed on our chest
We're the worst of us - sick, twisted and broken
We came to rise above, but sank below
We've seen the way, of the cleansing fire
We claim the sacred stones, behold the truth in lies
We turn on our own, killing our kin
Cut out from hell - To be part of the divine
Broken the promise - To stay away from my demise
We tread our path in silence, a golden story unfold
We're the voiceless, the godless endeavours
We're the soul survivors, breathing down your neck
We came for the unguided, sacrificial lamb
We say it can't be broken, the ghost inside you
We're the ones who stand, undivided divided
Cut out from hell - To be part of the divine
Nothing is sacred - And you know it's just for show
We're the soul survivors
Breathing down your neck
We bear the mark of violence
Crossed on our chest
Cut out from hell - To be part of the divine
Broken the promise - To stay away from my demise
Cut out from hell - To be part of the divine
Nothing is sacred - And you know it's just for show