Lost Creator

The children and the wives Still haunted by the cries Raging from the inside There was no place to hide The flames began to rise Raging from the inside Rounds fly Red sky Sacrifice yourself For those you can't forsake If it's blood they want They can meet us at the gates Storm the compound Break the walls down Storm the compound Break the walls down Defame the traitor Your lost creator The children and the wives Still haunted by the cries Raging from the inside There was no place to hide The flames began to rise Raging from the inside What is left? Burning flesh What is left? Burning flesh Storm the compound Break the walls down This force you face wears no empathy Your lives go to waste to hide their shame Defame the traitor Your lost creator Defame the traitor Your lost creator Stand there before us With their blood on your hands Stand there before us With their blood on your hands