Letra da Música: A Good Dead Done - Winter Solstice

The lies hold down
The ones you claim to love
The tears you feign
Are judged by God above

Go turn away the masses
The sickness and immersion
Why does it carry on?

Your tongue spits forth the lies of serpents

Be sure that your sins will soon find you out

Blood will rain down
From the sky
Killing the poison
In your lives

Is he in your heart?