Sense the Darkness

They find a pleasure in killing

The things we love

They torture

I sense the darkness

I sense the pain

And we are innocent, again

Our lust for life is at an end

Inside the church we're hiding

Seeking revenge but do not say

Blasphemous

No one will challenge the cross

Unless I make a stand

I am the summer, forgive me

Forget the lies that you've been told

Follow

The fields are open there is light

In this we satisfy