Bullets On the Altar - Almah

Are we beloved indeed?

What is creed and what is crime?

Heavenly?

Out of one’s mind?

People love, esteem

And cherish who they crucified

As victims we pretend to cry

Tragedy, end of days?

Or it’s just the blindness of a man

Loyalty or fanaticism?

Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely

Homicide

Felony

A gunfire

Agony

You rest the bullets on the altar

And you die

And you kill

Dead inside

Your aberration under your faith

Taken dreams, taken lives

Taken angels from the innocence’s arms

Priory, house of pain!

It’s drivin' nails in the cold rain

But i feel the end of the storm

And free the twelve caught souls

When we see the burnin' crosses for relief

We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind

Mercy won’t erase your lies

Face the evidence that god is something to relieve

Heaven is freedom and hell is here

Taken dreams, taken lives

Taken angels from the innocence’s arms

Priory, house of pain!

It’s drivin' nails in the cold rain

But i feel the end of the storm

And free the twelve caught souls

When we see the burnin' crosses for relief

Now i see the end of the storm

And glance the twelve taught souls

They are free somewhere resting in the memories