Children born and raised on a Sunday
Hearing what their leaders say
Singing along
A story missing to the ones who won´t listen
All the words are left alone

But I´ve been running out
Fighting to stay above the line and
I can feel the Devil is close so

It´s gonna follow me down
It´s gonna follow me down (Gonna follow!)

Last rites in a lost city
I can´t fight for a life I´ve never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home

Fear is in the war for society
Hungry for the heresy
Never atone
A spark that glistens for the
Souls of a mission
Canonize this pile of stones

But I´m rebelling now
Fighting to save my only life and
I can feel the rapture is close so

It´s gonna follow me down
It´s gonna follow me down (Gonna follow!)

Last rites in a lost city
I can´t fight for a life I´ve never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home
For a place I call my home
For a place I call my home!

Sanctus
Dominus
I am left alone

Last rites in a lost city
I can´t fight for a life I´ve never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home
For a place I call my home
For a place I call my home!