In the silent hour I can hear them.
I pray to the mother. But the mother doesn't love my soul.

in the blackened earth lay my secrets. the hounds of hell know everything.
At the moon they howl.
I cut away, i get away, i hide away from the light.
Still they smell my fear.

And they will hunt me like the animal i've been!

Cut cut cut a hole in the night!
The voices of the innocent are coming to life!

In a graceless world, i was graceless.
I'm just a murderer cause murder was my only chance.
Though i'm wretched, I am not faithless.
The ears of God hear everything.
And he hears them still. Every cry, every breath.
In every land that i have slain, cause.
Just to save myself.

How can God show mercy? I was merciless to them.

Cut cut cut a hole in the night!
The voices of the innocent are coming to life!

Por: Victoria Monteiro