From The Hands Of Sinners (Khoma)

As light came, revealed our loss Scattered on the ground Words written by the hands of ire the day you turned on us As we took it to the streets and lost Cursing all that ties us Took it to the streets and bled Resting in the arms of ... All caves We fly like stones from the hands of sinners Words spoken by the tongues in rage Leaves us in the wind As we took in to the streets and lost Cursing all that ties us Took it to the streets and bled Resting in the arms of death You're the one with stones You'll reap what you have sown