Текст песни Welkin Dusk - Deaths Whisper

ignorance’s victims whisper into her ear
god's words through the teeth of mules
moralistic guilt for the purpose of what?
death to the deliverer of false ideas

when there's no solace in words
no peace in the night

the face of compassion is too much to bear
i wish i were made of air
an outstretched hand is a fist poised to strike

in gods name, you shall suffer
in the name of the lord, your family shall suffer
lose your health, lose your fucking mind
for the sake of purity, you shall die...