The Heretic lyrics

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