Lyrics:

Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Lost Souls Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Lost Souls Truth won't be the same when one is born There's no reason in the world, but we are movin' on Cursed by the palm of God Bright - hope blinded eyes If everyone had a chose, religion would fade at dawn Lost Souls One day we will understand there are no winners in this race Caused by your religion thoughts, we'll vanish without a trace With one hand on the holy book, you're reaching for a gun Put your hands together, praise the lord for what he has done Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we