Christian Epidemic

Christian Epidemic - Souls of the Dead

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A crystal clear, cleansing single flame

Must come to burn our ball of shame

It brings us peace, so the souls of the dead

Can finally have their glory

The dead that have seen everything

Death on a cross an every war

Brothers and sisters that many have lost

And children left all alone

They've seen babies eyes excavated

the scar of death starving

Whirpools of a millions tears

Blood on the crosses of nameless graves

They now you well soaked through by blood

A killing soldier of Jesus

Holding a cross and murdering at will

Your soul is caressed by a crown of thorns

they see you falling upon your knees

They see you make the sibn of cross

They know you're ready to kill

Everyone falls into disgrace

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