Many times I've keeled before the lord not knowing he
Behind the walls of Christthe hypocrites recite songs to glorifytheir
Captives of faith,His image never fading from their eyesImprisoned by
AloneWithout warmthWithout lightBut how do I see in this darknessDeath
Your prayers,I don't feel them in my heartIt is not
As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was
Death He Lied!To the most high, above allThey cower in
Martyrs of the cross, bear the flames of hateThe madness
