Lost Souls - Manticora

Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die\nTo reap the harvest of one’s work, now it’s time to crucify\nCrawling under lines of blama, in their hands they’ve got your fate\nNow we’ve lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate\nShout, let me hear you preaching — listen to your pathetic\nShout, let us hear your story, now that we haven’t got a choice\nShout, let me hear you preaching — listen to your pathetic\nShout, let us hear your story, now that we haven’t got a choice\nLost Souls\nHolding on to an illusion based upon a tale\nThe ladder’s leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale\nWeak and helpless on our knees we’re looking at the sky\nTime will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by\nShout, let me hear you preaching — listen to your pathetic\nShout, let us hear your story, now that we haven’t got a choice\nShout, let me hear you preaching — listen to your pathetic\nShout, let us hear your story, now that we haven’t got a choice\nLost Souls\nTruth won’t be the same when one is born\nThere’s no reason in the world, but we are movin' on\nCursed by the palm of God\nBright — hope blinded eyes\nIf everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn\nLost Souls\nOne day we will understand there are no winners in this race\nCaused by your religion thoughts, we’ll vanish without a trace\nWith one hand on the holy book, you’re reaching for a gun\nPut your hands together, praise the lord for what he has done\nShout, let me hear you preaching — listen to your pathetic\nShout, let us hear your story, now that we haven’t got a choice\nShout, let me hear you preaching — listen to your pathetic\nShout, let us hear your story, now that we haven’t got a choice\nTruth won’t be the same when one is born\nThere’s no reason in the world, but we are movin' on\nCursed by the palm of God\nBright — hope blinded eyes\nIf everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn\nLost Souls