Hands of Immorality

Revolt in veins by the dawn of early days
Burning blood, bled on thy skin
By the lash of steel
Laying down suffering

Ruthless rivalry, inborn riot put to death
In starlit night, under lunar so bleak

The spirit is spilled at the hands of immorality
Evil made ground larking with sanity

Ruthless rivalry, inborn riot put to death
In starlit night, under lunar so bleak
As t he sun rises, without the heat
There is great feeling
And no sensation of pain

The spirit is spilled at the hands of immorality
Evil made ground larking with sanity

Occupyes mentality
Ruin in the end of days
Now that event is over
And the blood flows clear
Mind is pure with no doubt
And the soul is free
Forever free