Frequência Post Mortem Lyrics & Chords By Os Penitentes

As the lamplight grows so dim We no longer hear from Him All He wants is my blood And the darkness closes in For we are all awash in sin All He wants is my blood All He...read more

The sick of the fold turn their backs on the flock To wander the wasteland so grim. They pray to false idols of wood, gold and rock When they ought to raise voices to Him. The...read more

The Church in the desert Like a purse stuffed with gold Is surrounded by the hungry The infirm and old And though they make a show Of sweeping scraps from their tables They...read more

Pillar of flame (Rise, rise) God of no name (Rise, rise) Shadows burned into walls (Rise, rise) And end to it all (Rise, rise) Chaos returns (Rise, rise) All...read more

The shadow of the Undertaker creeps across your floor. Go lock up all your children And paint blood upon your door. These hills are filled with whispers Of a man all dressed...read more