With souls on fire,
they shall surrender peace.
But blood shall flow
from the eyes of martyrs.

In light of
hatred, we know
our purpose.

Dear God, what is it?
What is it that you've done?
These moments, forgotten
shall disappear.

It's not a menu
from which to pick and choose:
for God, for marriage,
for life but fuck the poor?
And I wont lose hope
that one day I'll believe
but until then I'll be the cynic.

Then again I could be in the wrong
but I guess that's what faith is.

And I wont lose hope
that one day I'll believe
but until then I'll be the cynic.
Then again I could be in the wrong
but I guess that's what faith is...

I know there's still hope
that compassion will rise again.

This faith burns in their eyes
and blood still flows from my wounds.
I fail to find the faith despite what I wish for.

I know there's still hope
that compassion will rise again.(2x)

With souls on fire,
they shall surrender peace.
But blood still flows
from the eyes of martyrs.
Entrenched, they suffer
from the things that they hide from.
They seek salvation
which they will never find.

For the lost, for the poor,
For the disregarded.
For the souls, for the faith
of the broken-hearted.(2x)

Still it burns in their eyes
and blood still flows
from my wounds.
I fail to find the faith
despite what I wish for.

By André