Sin Collectors

The bygone acts of rebellion as firmly planted memorial stones
Pathways still discernible, not covered by leaves nor snow
Devoted wolves follow these paths, where they howl at The Moon at night
Sitting united in circle, recalling the good old days

Hear us children, our name is sin, hear our candid confession
We are craving for the smell of fresh blow of new transgression
We are still the same sin collectors beckoning to the faithful ones
Still starving for provocation as we have always starved

Some may call it a sin, we call it an earthly joy
Not shackled by limitations, we treat backward rules with scorn
We used to walk on different shores of the same river
And we've rebuilt the bridge to feel this tremble again

Hear us children, sons of revolt, dwelling in plain defiance
Time has come and now we are gathered, join us in this alliance
We are still the same sin collectors beckoning to the faithful ones
Still starving for provocation as we have always starved