 The heretic lyrics ( Wasp )   
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Artist : Wasp
Song : The heretic
(THE LOST CHILD) (B.Lawless/C.Holmes) These
fits of depression are torturing me The lives
that I seen won't breathe again A sad child of
madness, they'll never be free Born again to
die, the agonies begin And soldiers keep coming
- like warriors they die But gangland's alive
when mothers cry Cause hate's blind addictions,
a killing machine And it burns on the fuel of
shattered lives - lost child, lost child The
seeds of all evil are sown in their minds And
harvest the sad fields of woe Cause dead boys are
martyrs That live on forever But now it's too
late for their souls Standing on sanities too
fragile edge And worship the "Lord of the Flies
" And wade through the slaughter You've made of
thy brother And drown in his blood then when he
dies You see in their eyes They're the lost
child See in their eyes You see in their eyes
They're the lost child See in their eyes Don't
turn out the lights Cause there's demons in the
night And they prey on the fears in us all They
hide inside and wait And they shun the light of
day The screams in their dreams fill us all
Children of the night Such a sad tune they rhyme
The bloody boys that sing a wicked song And for
all of them they're just memories in the wind
Rise and see It's the dawn of insanity Keeper
of the gates of fire And the Heretic has said
You don't have to be afraid Till I - till I come
to get ya And child in time On the swords edge
you ride And cast a spell of Heresy And die in
vain Like a wild dog in chains And no-one can
save Or set you free
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