Hell March
Hold my tongue for I can't speak
Of all the things I see
Goats and hawks with crooked hands
Disguised as lambs and priest
Oh the altar is on fire
All the rafters bones
of witches
Singing from their burning post
Oh millions of flags
Scattered all around
Solders feet swinging in place of them
Feet never gonna touch the ground
And if there is a God
Who could answer for all these things
When I'm dead and gone
Their gonna have to beg forgiveness from me
Of all the things I see
Goats and hawks with crooked hands
Disguised as lambs and priest
Oh the altar is on fire
All the rafters bones
of witches
Singing from their burning post
Oh millions of flags
Scattered all around
Solders feet swinging in place of them
Feet never gonna touch the ground
And if there is a God
Who could answer for all these things
When I'm dead and gone
Their gonna have to beg forgiveness from me
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Writer(s): Steve Kilcrease
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