A story of man written insult by insult
With landmines seeping through my skin
With bone-crushing iron
And unsatisfied desires
Without it what could have been
A place like no other with an above mother
Prospering life free of hate
We've taken our chances and left with no answers
It's time to depopulate
Running blindly in the dark
With no end in sight
No purity of heart
Now pay the price
Open the Door
Let us in
Open the Door
Or all hell will just have to break in
The sun making life grow while moon wake the dark
It was written in his prophecy
We bury each other with the forsaken honor
Of corpse rotting under a tree
We are the children the forsaken children
Of witches who could not burn
They now are out mothers
Our sons and our daughters
But most fathers are not to be known
Running blindly in the dark
With no end in sight
No purity of heart
Now pay the price
Open the Door
Let us in
Open the Door
Or all hell will just have to break in
Running blindly in the dark
With no end in sight
No purity of heart
Now pay the price
Open the Door
Let us in
Open the Door
Or all hell will just have to break in