Attika - Deliverer lyrics

(Longobardi) Rising from the pale horizon Comes a desert caravan Prophets of divided souls Bring our words back to our land Wielding lust and ignorance Clutch the book of truth in hand They've come in war To k** the peace And ma**acre all who stand in the way of the quest And the written word draws blood. Folklore of the holy land These saviors sight this wayward fight And curses ring from their battle cry To deliver God in their own rite "Accept the law we give", they screamed Or perish in the name of life To stave their course To save our hallowed ways To see another day On the land we were raised. The foolish way to change The peaceful made to flight To twist our own beliefs And to k** to make them right Set apart From the world We now See the light Enslaved by our own laws Brought down to our knees To break our will, our spirit Will they succeed? Inflicting wounds to win the people The air grows foul from sanctity Good deeds do not go unpunished And become the whim of destiny And when the last drop of blood is squeezed No one is left alive to see The final blow On this judgement day To sentence us to die by the Mercy we gave And by our own creed betrayed