Lost Soul – Unclean lyrics
Album: Scream Of The Mourning Star
Unclean
It's a sin
Blasphemy and sacrilege
It's a sin
A sin is to call it in that way
Shine with your might, oh insolent Wisdom
Your messengers sow pestilence
Thoughts in chaos, without a shelter
No supports point
Ignorance, made ignorance
Impotence - powerless as always
Eager souls
Condemned minds
Confirmed in conviction
Flourishing decay
Angels, devils faithful and obedient
Devils, angels waiting for their shepherd
Frightened crippled creatures
Worthy to each other
No trial of strength
Devoured by fire
A puppet in a crown of thorns
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