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

 People love, esteem
 And cherish who they [bad word] 
 As victims we pretend to cry

 Tragedy, end of days?
 Or it's just the blindness of a man
 Loyalty or fanaticism?
 Hopeless, it makes me feel so lonely

 Homicide
 Felony
 gunfire
 Agony
 You rest the bullets on the altar

 And you die
 And you kill
 Dead inside
 Your aberration under your faith

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

 But I feel the end of the storm
 And free the twelve caught souls
 When we see the burnin' crosses for relief

 We rely on the unknown to leave our guilt behind
 Mercy won't erase your lies
 Face the evidence that God is something to relieve
 Heaven is freedom and [bad word] is here

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

 But I feel the end of the storm
 And free the twelve caught souls
 When we see the burnin' crosses for relief

 Now I see the end of the storm
 And glance the twelve taught souls
 They are free somewhere resting in the memories