كلمات South Winds

Static Dogmatic Death cult Fanatic Hidden In the open Masked By tradition Your face, your heart Fervent to obey Your face, your heart You gave it all away I’d rather live a life in sin And take the devil’s fall Than let the madmen of belief Make fools and martyrs of us all Get up off your knees Get up off your knees Your burden is a lie So, get up off your knees Lift your head up high Lift your head up high Your burden is a lie So, lift your head up high Your code Your line Your mouth Your spine A hammer To fictitious sins A cold field To south winds What kind of promises Could justify The sacrifice you make? This shame and fear You force upon this World for heaven’s sake Life you forsake Hope ran out In the desert sand Cancel all flights To the promised land