The preacher's praying by the moon

Skinned knees on the dirty ground

He's crawling under the cross of shame

Shouting to the skies His mighty name

I cannot follow your wrecked path

I see holes with helpless shadows

Devouring souls with heated blood

There is hell reaching your breath

I give my chest to hold my kind

My arms high in a shield of flesh

Watch this keeper of the earth...

We are your poor lost sheeps

Dying on the edge of the sickle

The reaper cuts with your mighty hand

You sate your greed with our guts in the end

Have you forgot your own creation?

Have you seed life to see it die?

Punish my soul if my flesh is in sin

I won't restrain the leaden hammer

Have you forgot your own creation?

Have you seed life to see it die?

Punish my soul if my flesh is in sin

I won't restrain the leaden hammer