Witches Of Endor - Carnivale

Violence for the blind
Silence in the mind
Disease for the endless enemy

Reap what we have sown
A child never grown
False outrage at nothing at all

Bring them all to me
So that I may cleanse their souls dry
Drop them down into an infinite pit of pain
Shall we end this wicked carnivale

Father fights the son
A battle has begun
The family is torn apart needlessly
Shadows of the past
Return to us at last
Eucharistic dead man empathy

Bring them all to me
So that I may cleanse their souls dry
Drop them down into an infinite pit of pain
Shall we end this wicked carnivale

The buttons are depressed
Nothing will be left
When atoms rain down on humanity

The wastelands and the roads
A book of endless codes
A shallow grave for faithful fealty

Bring them all to me
So that I may cleanse their souls dry
Drop them down into an infinite pit of pain
Mark of Cain

The vein bleeds, daughter
Son shines, father
We try to matter
These chains in shrines

The vein bleeds, daughter
Son shines, father
We try to matter
We try to stride too bright

Written by:
David Mayne

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