Sacrilege Lyrics
At Death Door

The new day is dawning they start counting the
dead, The hard swollen bellies of the children not
fed, Their land dry and parched still they pray
for the rain, The massacre continous yet again and
again. Year after year the lands ring deaths bell,
The childrens blind eyes have a sad tale to tell,
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Their limbs bent and twisted, their kinds hold no
spark, They're crying in vain for no light breaks
the dark. The land holds the hammer but mankind
deals the blow, Economics and pro fit before
compassion we show, Our excesses waste as the
wealthy grow fat, Rather than give to the needy
they'll let the food rot. At death door they
stand, only suffering they know.