The Heretic

These fits of depression are torturing me 

The lives that I seen won't breathe again 

A sad child of madness, they'll never be free 

Born again to die, the agonies begin 

But gangland's alive when mothers cry 

'Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine 

And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives 

Lost child, lost child 





The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds 

And harvest the sad fields of woe 

'Cause dead boys are martyrs 

That live on forever 

But now it's too late for their souls 

Standing on sanities too fragile edge 

And worship the "Lord Of The Flies"

And wade through the slaughter 

You've made of thy brother 

And drown in his blood then when he dies 



You see in their eyes 

They're the lost child 

See in their eyes 

You see in their eyes

They're the lost child 

See in their eyes 



Don't turn out the lights 

'Cause there's demons in the night 

And they prey on the fears in us all 

They hide inside and wait 

And they shun the light of day 

The screams in their dreams fill us all 



Children of the night 

Such a sad tune they rhyme 

The bloody boys that sing a wicked song 

And for all of them they're just memories in the wind 



Rise and see 

It's the dawn of insanity 

Keeper of the gates of fire 

And the Heretic has said 

You don't have to be afraid 

And child in time 

On the swords edge you ride 

And cast a spell of Heresy 

And die in vain 

Like a wild dog in chains 

And no one can save 

Or set you free