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Theocracy- Wages of sin

Sin ripped apart my family like a jackal on the carcass of a beast.
Exposing all the vultures who were waiting in the wings to join the feast.
Descending like a spiders, prepairing to poison your pray.
You smile on the outside while planning a way to make the guilty pay.
But the payment is made.

Ch: Who would feast upon disgrace?
Well I´don´t know, I don´t wan´t to know.
Blackened hearts will try to raise the wages of sin.
Death has kissed the lives we knew.
So isn´t that enough for you?
The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again.
For the payment is made.
The payment is made.

Death and devastation are the natural consequences of sin.
Enough to any man to bear, even without your thinly-veiled revenge.
You hand a glass of water to a man who´s beginning to drawn.
You reach out your hand like your care, but only push him further down.
But the payment is made.

Ch: Who would...

Restoration, lifting up the fallen.
Edifying is our higher calling.
If we fail to reconcile our brothers.
Then we only serve to tear each other down.

Death has kissed the lives we knew.
So isn´t that enough for you?
The price was paid, and no one has to pay it again.
For the payment is made.
The payment is made.