Man Of The Cross

(альбом: New Man, New Songs, Same Shit, Vol.1 - 2020)

I rest not, I sleep not, lonely, cold of the heart
I keep on sharpening the blade all day
The night falls, that shiver crawls up your neck
The hideman's teasing, it's the hideman's season

My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
Must be all that lust you try to cage

I fear not, I won't tremble
This blade will plunge home
Straight to the soul, straight to the bone
We shall roll the rope once the neck has snapped
We will roll the ropes
And that will be the end of that man of the cross

My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
Must be all that lust you try to cage
Watch all the lies you fed us fail

No one died for my sins
No one died for my sins
No one died for my sins
No one died for my sins just yet
No one died for my sins just yet
No one died for my sins just yet
No one died for my sins just yet
No one died for my sins just yet
Man on the cross, you bring no light (No one died)
Man of the cross, you bring no light
Man of the cross, you bring no light

My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
Must be all that lust you try to cage
My holy sons, can you feel the rage?
Now just watch me hold that blade you crave
My holy sons, is this blood I taste?
Must be all that lust you try to cage
Watch all the lies you fed us fail