God visits all lost souls To survey the damage We noticed a bonfire
Burning in his eyes
He whispered "It´s the atrocities of your story Of your story"
God visits all lost souls To survey the damage And holding his bleeding heart A tear comes to his eye He whispered It´s the atrocities of History Of History Of...
The he falls to the floor For there´s many more tears on the sunrise And now we must eat those tears
Now we must eat our fill Of the Atrocities The Atrocities The Atrocities The Atrocities