Skeleton Crew
Our legions in hiding walking under the moon
A far noise taking ourselves to wonder soon
Their hatred is strange, taking them to the kill
Does it justify decimating innocents on the hill?

All the sadness that reaches their land
Still will bleed through souls of left ones
An offender of god feeding the breeze
A momentary sorrow of lost

We grasp it is wicked by their barbarian channel
They pray while hiding behind a brutal god of them
Destroying what they warn to be violating their faith
Victims would claim innocence if they were breathing

You hide but you’ll pay
Common peoples are not meant to be slayed
When any of your divinity will perceive you
They will advise you
They don’t like you
So-called envoy of they, You’ll pay

Our regions separated by boundary on a map
Those blaming others colors to be a source of crisis
They ritual is exotic, shifting them in a trance
Don’t you ever thought they might feel the same about you

(Holy War)

Barbarian features are told to be reveled in the reflecting water
I used my own representation to investigate and wonder
I resized my mind to distinct my spirit
We all bleed, wherever we dwell in

In our research to be the right
We are the crew
In our ways to win by the fight
We stay skeleton true