Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die   To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify   Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate   Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate      Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic   Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice   Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic   Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice      Lost Souls      Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale   The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale   Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky   Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by      Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic   Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice   Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic   Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice      Lost Souls      Truth won't be the same when one is born   There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on   Cursed by the palm of God   Bright - hope blinded eyes   If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn      Lost Souls      One day we will understand there are no winners in this race   Caused by your religion thoughts, we'll vanish without a trace   With one hand on the holy book, you're reaching for a gun   Put your hands together, praise the lord for what he has done      Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic   Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice   Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic   Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice      Truth won't be the same when one is born   There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on   Cursed by the palm of God   Bright - hope blinded eyes   If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn      Lost Souls      [Kristian]