 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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