The Heretic (The Lost Child) Lyrics

	作词 : Holmes, Lawless
	These fits of depression are torturing me
	The lives that
	I seen won't breath again
	A sad child of madness, they'll never be free
	Born again to die, the agonies begin
	And soldiers keep coming - like warriors they die
	But gang land's alive when mothers cry
	Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine
	And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives - lost child, lost child
	The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds
	And harvest the sad fields of woe
	Cause dead boys are martyr
	That live on forever
	But now it's too late for their souls
	Standing on sanities too fragile edge
	And worship the "Lord of Flies"
	And wade through the slaughter
	You've made of the brother
	And drown in his blood then when he dies
	You see in their eyes
	They're the lost child
	See in their eyes
	You see in their eyes
	They're the lost child
	See in their eyes
	Don't turn out the lights
	Cause there's demons in the night
	And they prey on the fears in us all
	They hide inside and wait
	And they shun the light of day
	The screams in their dreams fill us all
	Children of a night
	Such a sad tune they rhyme
	The bloody boys that sing a wicked song
	And for all of them they're just memories in the wind
	Rise and see
	It's the down of insanity
	Keeper of the gates of fire
	And the Heretic has said
	You don't have to be afraid
	Till I - till
	I come to get ya
	And child in time
	On the swords edge you ride
	And cast a spell of
	Heresy And die in vain
	Like a wild dog in chains
	And no-one can save
	Or set you free

	zuo ci : Holmes, Lawless
	These fits of depression are torturing me
	The lives that
	I seen won' t breath again
	A sad child of madness, they' ll never be free
	Born again to die, the agonies begin
	And soldiers keep coming like warriors they die
	But gang land' s alive when mothers cry
	Cause hate' s blind addictions, a killing machine
	And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives lost child, lost child
	The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds
	And harvest the sad fields of woe
	Cause dead boys are martyr
	That live on forever
	But now it' s too late for their souls
	Standing on sanities too fragile edge
	And worship the " Lord of Flies"
	And wade through the slaughter
	You' ve made of the brother
	And drown in his blood then when he dies
	You see in their eyes
	They' re the lost child
	See in their eyes
	You see in their eyes
	They' re the lost child
	See in their eyes
	Don' t turn out the lights
	Cause there' s demons in the night
	And they prey on the fears in us all
	They hide inside and wait
	And they shun the light of day
	The screams in their dreams fill us all
	Children of a night
	Such a sad tune they rhyme
	The bloody boys that sing a wicked song
	And for all of them they' re just memories in the wind
	Rise and see
	It' s the down of insanity
	Keeper of the gates of fire
	And the Heretic has said
	You don' t have to be afraid
	Till I till
	I come to get ya
	And child in time
	On the swords edge you ride
	And cast a spell of
	Heresy And die in vain
	Like a wild dog in chains
	And noone can save
	Or set you free

	zuò cí : Holmes, Lawless
	These fits of depression are torturing me
	The lives that
	I seen won' t breath again
	A sad child of madness, they' ll never be free
	Born again to die, the agonies begin
	And soldiers keep coming like warriors they die
	But gang land' s alive when mothers cry
	Cause hate' s blind addictions, a killing machine
	And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives lost child, lost child
	The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds
	And harvest the sad fields of woe
	Cause dead boys are martyr
	That live on forever
	But now it' s too late for their souls
	Standing on sanities too fragile edge
	And worship the " Lord of Flies"
	And wade through the slaughter
	You' ve made of the brother
	And drown in his blood then when he dies
	You see in their eyes
	They' re the lost child
	See in their eyes
	You see in their eyes
	They' re the lost child
	See in their eyes
	Don' t turn out the lights
	Cause there' s demons in the night
	And they prey on the fears in us all
	They hide inside and wait
	And they shun the light of day
	The screams in their dreams fill us all
	Children of a night
	Such a sad tune they rhyme
	The bloody boys that sing a wicked song
	And for all of them they' re just memories in the wind
	Rise and see
	It' s the down of insanity
	Keeper of the gates of fire
	And the Heretic has said
	You don' t have to be afraid
	Till I till
	I come to get ya
	And child in time
	On the swords edge you ride
	And cast a spell of
	Heresy And die in vain
	Like a wild dog in chains
	And noone can save
	Or set you free

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