Almah - Bullets On The Altar lyrics

Are we beloved indeed? What is creed and what is crime? Heavenly? Out of one's mind? People love, esteem And cherish who they crucified As victims we pretend to cry Tragedy, end of days? Or it's just the blindness of a man Loyalty or fanaticism? Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely Homicide Felony A gunfire Agony You rest the bullets on the altar And you die And you k** Dead inside Your aberration under your faith Taken dreams, taken lives Taken angels from the innocence's arms Priory, house of pain! It's drivin' nails in the cold rain But I feel the end of the storm And free the twelve caught souls When we see the burnin' crosses for relief We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind Mercy won't erase your lies Face the evidence that God is something to relieve Heaven is freedom and hell is here Taken dreams, taken lives Taken angels from the innocence's arms Priory, house of pain! It's drivin' nails in the cold rain But I feel the end of the storm And free the twelve caught souls When we see the burnin' crosses for relief Now I see the end of the storm And glance the twelve taught souls They are free somewhere resting in the memories