This Gift Is A Curse - Rites lyrics

We will be like the wolves / We will be traitors hiding among the unsaved We will be the carriers / With words ever unsung / What was hidden inside will now crawl out Rites holy rites / I bleed out from the scar of our dying world Rites holy rites / Baptized my soul in His scarlet ma** Rites holy rites / Where d**h is certain… Rites holy rites / … life will mean nothing at all! You are a lost flock / There will be no aid / No white shepherd / (this is) No worship - this is war Break away from the heard / Bash in their doors torch down their halls Break away from the heard / Sweep all traces / Cut through the mist Break away from the heard / Bash in their doors Break away from the heard / Cut through the mist Break away from the heard / Torch down their halls Break away from the heard / Sweep all traces