Testo di Save Our Souls

This storm is endless it goes on and on It rips you open unless you're strong It carries you up into the stars This storm is violent, this storm is hard Save our souls With anger and malice we know it strikes God's malevolence will strike us tonight And in this chaos we stand and we frown We know this world's gone upside-down In the church on the altar stands the Southern Cross Jesus and the angels now in Hell are lost God is clean-shaven and sprouted little horns They're happy in Hell, in Heaven forlorn God Satan tries him to tempt The landlord comes around my house to pay me the rent The Vatican's a brothel, its chief pimp the Pope Satan feeds the starving and fills their souls with hope