Churches of stone where I belong
 Drawn in rebellion yell
 Fancies of vice soon will arise
 Morals are low and so fell

 If we remembered the starlight
 If only gods could forgive

 I see your weep buried so deep
 Inside your dark brown eyes
 Hundreds of fools break all [bad word]  Walking the ways of vice

 All will be gone, we'll stay alone
 Here in the destiny's face
 No time to heal learning to kill
 Wallowed in sin have no grace

 Plenty of places is heaven
 Lack in the chambers of [bad word]  [bad word] 
[SOLO]

 Plenty of places is heaven
 Lack in the chambers of [bad word]  [bad word]