To inbred hurt and pain,
We closed our eyes to all our sins
And hoped they’d gone again.
There’s talking, and there’s walking
Down a narrow path of guilt,
We think we’re making progress
On the blood our fathers spilt.
In the end of all things, darkness,
And the monster has not gone,
The ghouls and demons gather
Where Heaven briefly shone.
We’re face to face with compromise
We’re toe to toe with death,
There’s talk of fights, of human rights,
Our fate hangs on its breath.
No chance of moral cleansing,
Or painless absolution,
From years of bitterness and hate,
And other mind-pollution.
We cannot hide from truth
Yet we cannot face the blame,
No way to deal with all the sin,
The result is still the same.
Brings the Darkness to the fore,
Unless we block the road to Hell
They’ll stalk us evermore.