Sense the Darkness - Illdisposed

They find a pleasure in killing

The things we love

They torture

I sense the darkness

I sense the pain

And we are innocent — again

Our lust for life is at an end

Inside the church we’re hiding

Seeking revenge but do not say

Blasphemous

No one will challenge the cross

Unless I make a stand

I am the SUMMER forgive me

Forget the lies that you’ve been told

Follow

The fields are open there is light

In this we satisfy