The Heretic Lyrics

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