The Flock

Ye behold
The flock of sheeps is sunked
To clean his filths
Behold
The innocents are sunked
To purge his sins

Their necks are clean, oh so clean
Their skin are clean, oh to bleed

Ye behold
Emerging from the waters
Forgotten his sins
Behold
His pure soul is rising
To sky, to high

Their skins are clean oh so clean
Their necks are clean oh to bleed

After a moment of purity
No one is watching
A thousand sons
Left alone
After a moment of hope
Tears and rejoice
Turned into
Desperation

After a moment of cruelty
Is anyone watching
His thousand sons
Left behind
They just look ahead
A desert of bones
The only road
Is a graveyard of souls



Credits
Writer(s): Martillo Austral
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