The Failed Paradise - Impious

Cold blooded murder this is

The burning will was not our choice

Scared eyes are staring at the sickness

Raped bodies will never be buried

Our children were slaughtered

By the holy might

We all live like beasts in the field

When your skull is crushed

He smiles with joy…

God will dance on your grave

He’ll dance on your grave

And spit on your stone

Preachers of holiness

Believe in the innocence of God

We’re hatred and born to bleed

Shall we survive in hell or commit suicide?

Before my eyes all shall die

But the preachers are hiding

Behind the walls of stone

Immortal death lives inside

Cold blooded murder this is

The burning will was not our choice

Scared eyes are staring at the sickness

Raped bodies will never be buried

Our children were slaughtered

By the holy might

We all live like beasts in the field

When your skull is crushed

He smiles with joy…

God will dance on your grave

Indemnity is lost

In this world of beasts

Lay down and face the doom

In these black hating eyes

…my eyes!

Preachers of holiness

Believe in the innocence of God

We’re hatred and born to bleed

Shall we survive in hell or commit suicide?

Before my eyes all shall die

But the preachers are hiding

Behind the walls of stone

Immortal death lives inside