Bullets On The Altar

Tom : C
C7M
Are we beloved indeed?
Am7
What is creed and what is crime?
C7M
Heavenly? Out of one's mind?
People love, esteem
Am7
And cherish who they crucified
F
As victims we pretend to cry
Dm
Tragedy, end of days?
F
Or it's just the blindness of a man
Dm
Loyalty or fanaticism?
Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely
C
Homicide
Felony
A gunfire
Am
Agony
You rest the bullets on the altar
C
And you die
And you kill
Dead inside
Am
You reveal
F
Your aberration under your faith
Dm
Taken dreams, taken lives

[Refrão]
F
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
Dm
Priory, house of pain!
Am
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain
C G
But i feel the end of the storm
Dm Am
And free the twelve caught souls
C G Dm
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief

[Próxima Parte]
C7M Am7
We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind
Mercy won't erase your lies
C7M Am7
Face the evidence that god is something to relieve
F
Heaven is freedom and hell is here
Dm
Taken dreams, taken lives

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
C G
Now i see the end of the storm
Dm Am
And glance the twelve taught souls
C G Dm
They are free somewhere resting in the memories