الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
From crooked faith, the darkness flows
From hallowed halls, through broken homes
To prey upon the weakest lamb
The cruelest heart is truly
Man
And when the judgment came, they told us "turn away"
As their laughter whipped the halls like cracking bones
Small words and hollow gestures, the rats are closing ranks
They paint themselves as angels, oh so wrong
Libera nos
Libera nos
Deliver us from the blackest of mass
Libera nos
Libera nos
Deliver us justice for the lost
Straight down
I see their wings are burning
But it's a shallow fall
Straight down
I see their wings are burning
There are no halos to be found
