Nox Interna - Pray

Saints, all saints are crying empty tears Look at you, your rotten soul starts to appear Run, run for your life, this is the end And tonight your god will not give you his strength Some statue carved in stone Is waiting for you Pray, pray, pray for the empty wisdom Pray, pray, pray for your filthy heart So what? Where is your perfect saviour? Drop dead, cause hell is on its way If your holy tales exist, you will burn like a Judas kiss Oh no…I can’t wait to see you dead No statue carved in stone Is praying for you Pray, pray, pray for the empty wisdom Pray, pray, pray for your filthy heart Wasted out into this madness Day by day you pray Falling down onto your knees Just to justify your greed Pray, pray, pray for the empty wisdom Pray, pray, pray for your filthy heart