Souls of the Dead 歌词

A crystal clear, cleansing single flame Must come to burn our ball of shame It brings us peace, so the souls of the dead Can finally have their glory The dead that have seen everything Death on a cross an every war Brothers and sisters that many have lost And children left all alone They've seen babies eyes excavated the scar of death starving Whirpools of a millions tears Blood on the crosses of nameless graves They now you well soaked through by blood A killing soldier of Jesus Holding a cross and murdering at will Your soul is caressed by a crown of thorns they see you falling upon your knees They see you make the sibn of cross They know you're ready to kill Everyone falls into disgrace