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Sinners (Gospel of the Horns)

A pact forged in blood to the clan of horned divine Our loyalty and trust has stood the ravages of time Tales of woe have filtered across the sky Tragedies are written across the fucking heavens Deceived by all below and above So understood but not expected For the tales of woe have filtered across the sky Tragedies are written across the heavens Everywhere people feel pain at the hands of the celestial winter Calligraphical skills cut like daggers tearing messages through their soul A pact forged in blood to the clan of horned divine Our loyalty and trust has stood the ravages of time Tales of woe have filtered across the sky Tragedies are written across the fucking heavens Deceived by all below and above So understood but not expected For the tales of woe have filtered across the sky Tragedies are written across the heavens At the bridge you hear the silent, beckoning cry Laden with remorseful, bloodsoaked tears The roots of mistrust begin to climb Leeching and corrupting man's mind Rise up sinners, we are sinners!