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Cursed, by blessed hands We journey, through these, wastelands Ignorant, of our, confinement Pestilence, has just begun Peace is just a, hex And freedom, is damnation (chorus) Our, father, which art in, heaven Shallow, be thy name Thy kingdom, crumbles, is this your will? Watching the deathtoll, rise Destroying the world you, created? War, enthroning hate, encompass When destiny, is setting in Hope, and salvation denies, us When innoscence, is at an end (instrumental) Where can, we run, when this world, falls apart? And where can we turn, when heaven, is hell? (repeat chorus) "Our, father, which art in, heaven Shallow, be thy name Whispering, voices Orisons, in vain" |