Bullets On The Altar
Almah
Cifras

FM7
Are we beloved indeed?
                          Dm7
What is creed and what is crime?
                        FM7
Heavenly? Out of one's mind?


People love, esteem
                          Dm7
And cherish who they crucified
                         Bb
As victims we pretend to cry


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

Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely


F
Homicide

Felony

A gunfire
   Dm
Agony

You rest the bullets on the altar


F
And you die

And you kill

Dead inside
      Dm
You reveal
                                     Bb
Your aberration under your faith


                    C
Taken dreams, taken lives
                                  Bb
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
                 C
Priory, house of pain!
                                       Dm
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain


      F                   C
But i feel the end of the storm
    Gm                     Dm
And free the twelve caught souls
        F               C           Gm
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief


FM7                                       Dm7
We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind

Mercy won't erase your lies
FM7                                        Dm7
Face the evidence that god is something to relieve
                              Bb
Heaven is freedom and hell is here

                    C
Taken dreams, taken lives
                                  Bb
Taken angels from the innocence's arms
                 C
Priory, house of pain!
                                        Dm
It's drivin' nails in the cold rain


      F                   C
But i feel the end of the storm
    Gm                     Dm
And free the twelve caught souls
        F               C           Gm         Dm
When we see the burnin' crosses for relief


      F                  C
Now i see the end of the storm
    Gm                       Dm
And glance the twelve taught souls
     F                  C              Gm
They are free somewhere resting in the memories