Redemptor: One by one little ones Children: Faith prisioners Redemptor: One by one marching one Children: Faith prisioners
I can say Solitude is a wonderful thing It allows a man to be with himself Preventing others of being with him No man can ever be sure When he's alone He's a thinking creature And everyone else I’s a fucking machine Who pretends to themselves That they feel and think Wipe out our sins But I carry no blame! Wipe out our sins But I carry no blame Punish us for our faults Pure and unconscious
Sanctuary This is a damned lie No redemption What doors hide behind? Live to suffer Surviving in this place There’s some meaning Some meaning in suffering
Hostages of this blessed lie There is no crime there is no reason Forbidden doors, torture zone Hard to find, easy to get lost When holy men are behind doors Blood runs down the floor I confess my sins But I take no blame Sacred hypocrisy
Sanctuary This is a damned lie No redemption What doors hide behind? To live is to suffer Surviving in this place There’s some meaning Some meaning In suffering
