Bullets On The Altar
Almah
Cifras

SibM7
Are we beloved indeed?
                          Solm7
What is creed and what is crime?
                        SibM7
Heavenly? Out of one's mind?


People love, esteem
                          Solm7
And cherish who they crucified
                         Mib
As victims we pretend to cry


                Fa
Tragedy, end of days?
                                Mib
Or it's just the blindness of a man
               Fa
Loyalty or fanaticism?

Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely


Sib
Homicide

Felony

A gunfire
   Solm
Agony

You rest the bullets on the altar


Sib
And you die

And you kill

Dead inside
      Solm
You reveal
                                     Mib
Your aberration under your faith


                    Fa
Taken dreams, taken lives
                                  Mib
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
                 Fa
Priory, house of pain!
                                       Solm
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain


      Sib                   Fa
But i feel the end of the storm
    Dom                     Solm
And free the twelve caught souls
        Sib               Fa           Dom
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief


SibM7                                       Solm7
We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind

Mercy won't erase your lies
SibM7                                        Solm7
Face the evidence that god is something to relieve
                              Mib
Heaven is freedom and hell is here

                    Fa
Taken dreams, taken lives
                                  Mib
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
                 Fa
Priory, house of pain!
                                        Solm
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain


      Sib                   Fa
But i feel the end of the storm
    Dom                     Solm
And free the twelve caught souls
        Sib               Fa           Dom         Solm
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief


      Sib                  Fa
Now i see the end of the storm
    Dom                       Solm
And glance the twelve taught souls
     Sib                  Fa              Dom
They are free somewhere resting in the memories