Heir Of Thorns

We have chosen to be, the ghost of ourselves Blindfolded, pursuing lies that we've made The Word casts no light, in the land of the shades His will sacrifies you so kneel down and prey. Amen! Heir of thorns, in your cross will you show'em the way Heir of thorns, beloved son would you perish for them Eden Bless me father cuz` I have sinned Bleed me father cuz` I have lived where's the light in your purpose? where's the use of this rage? For your glory, for your virtue In your name, the faithfull, the scapegoats, we say halleluia! White crosses for your endless fields War trophies, war!