Scaterd Few As The Story Grows V.2
The thought of death eternal
Give these mad men peace of heart
As the story grows...
Alienation in an alien nation I feel so far from home
The native voices I'm so tired of listening
Don't want to have to Keep on hearing them crying
We love the smell of hell
How dare you tell
Us he died to set us free
The fallen angel we
Will serve undoubtedly
Take your cross and let us be
Morning will soon arise
And I'll have to start the war again
Fighting for freedom deliverance holiness
Just to keep my Saviors name...
Just to keep my Saviors name...
Just to keep my Saviors name...
And as the time has shown
They've questioned my believing from the start
Yet Your love and grace brings comfort to my heart
The Words of Life You've given me have kept me from the dark
As the story grows...
We love the smell of hell
How dare you tell
Us he died to set us free
The fallen angel we
Will serve undoubtedly
Take your cross and let us be
