They find a pleasure in killing
The things we love
They torture
I sense the darkness
I sense the pain

And we are innocent, again
Our lust for life is at an end

Inside the church we're hiding
Seeking revenge but do not say
Blasphemous
No one will challenge the cross
Unless I make a stand

I am the summer, forgive me
Forget the lies that you've been told
Follow
The fields are open there is light
In this we satisfy