The Art Of Mourning کے بول

Broken and tired A killer for hire Coming, his past, when the pale moon is full The cold howling wind No words in-between The murders are scars in his heart Now that I'm singing the final hymn Voices of God scream through the sky Now that they swing in the fragile wind Riding the wings of the angel of death A killer for hire in this world of sin He pledged his life to violence What would you say, what should he do? This is justice, and what does it prove? What should he say, what would you do? This is justice, forever and true Lost is the day, evil took her away Taking his life and his last dying heart They ravaged and raped Took all they could take They murdered his heart and his soul Now that I'm singing the final hymn Voices of God scream through the sky Now that they swing in the fragile wind Riding the wings of the angel of death A killer for hire in this world of sin A killer for hire He pledged his life to violence (He pledged his life to violence!) What would you say, what should he do? This is justice, and what does it prove? What should he say, what would you do? This is justice, forever and true What would you say? What would you do? Reconcile! For revenge! Reconcile! For revenge! For revenge! For revenge! Reconcile! For revenge! A killer for hire in this world of sin He pledged his life to violence What would you say, what should he do? This is justice, and what does it prove? What should he say, what would you do? This is justice, forever and true What would you say? What would you do? What would you say? What would you do? This is justice, forever and true!