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Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Winston McCall
Vocals
Ben Gordon
Drums
Jeff Ling
Electric Guitar
Jai O'Connor
Bass Guitar
Luke Kilpatrick
Electric Guitar
Jia O'Connor
Bass
Anthony Kalabretta
Synthesizer Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Winston McCall
Songwriter
Ben Gordon
Songwriter
Jeff Ling
Songwriter
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Hadjichristou
Producer
Dean Hadjichristou
Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Enockson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Texty
From crooked faith, the darkness flows
From hallowed halls, through broken homes
To prey upon the weakest lamb
The cruellest heart is truly man
And when the judgment came, they told us: "Turn away"
As their laughter whipped the halls like cracking bones
Small words and hollow gestures, the rats are closing ranks
They paint themselves as angels, oh, so wrong
Libera nos, libera nos
Deliver us from the blackest of mass
Libera nos, libera nos
Deliver us justice for the lost
Straight down, I see their wings are burning
But it's a shallow fall
Straight down, I see their wings are burning
There are no halos to be found
There are no halos to be found
So save your breath
Nothing here is sacred, nothing is divine
If heaven's gates are open, then I think I'll wait in line
Nothing here is holy when every faith is blind
So save your breath, I don't need more excuses
Libera nos, libera nos
Deliver us from the blackest of mass
Libera nos, libera nos
Deliver us justice for the lost
But it's a shallow fall, it's a shallow fall
Straight down, I see their wings are burning
But it's a shallow fall
Straight down, I see their wings are burning
There are no halos to be found
I'll never see through the eyes of your lord
But I have seen through the eyes of a child
I'll never see through the eyes of your lord
But I have seen through the eyes of a child
I hope you rot
Straight down, I see their wings are burning
But it's a shallow fall
Straight down, I see their wings are burning
There are no halos to be found
From crooked faith, the darkness flows
From hallowed halls, through broken homes
To prey upon the weakest lamb
The cruellest heart is truly man
Writer(s): Benjamin Gordon, Jeffrey Ling, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall
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