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Manticora - Lost Souls

from "Darkness With Tales to Tell"

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Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die

To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify

Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate

Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate

Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic

Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice

Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic

Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice

Lost Souls

Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale

The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale

Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky

Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by

Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic

Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice

Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic

Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice

Lost Souls

Truth won't be the same when one is born

There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on

Cursed by the palm of God

Bright - hope blinded eyes

If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn

Lost Souls

One day we will understand there are no winners in this race

Caused by your religion thoughts, we'll vanish without a trace

With one hand on the holy book, you're reaching for a gun

Put your hands together, praise the lord for what he has done

Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic

Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice

Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic

Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice

Truth won't be the same when one is born

There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on

Cursed by the palm of God

Bright - hope blinded eyes

If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn

Lost Souls