The Cult

Listen to me closer children
Father has a few choice words
Either you stay sick in the city
Or you get a night bus to the lord
Now how can you be talking of demons
If you haven't seen one at all
Do you want to see real freedom
Do you hear our father call

And the fire's burning for ever more
Will you answer our father's call

I can see no angels roaming
No one you can ask for aid
On the mountains a fire's burning
Do you leave yourself to fate

And my lord has forsaken your soul
You are left all alone at night
Maybe everything is your fault
Will you bleed to make it all alright

And the fire's burning for ever more
Will you answer to the cult's bright call



Credits
Writer(s): Andrei Sorokin
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