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!