Deamon Hunter - Storm the Gates of Hell

These words are a weapon for the ones in pain
A fair fight for the children of a lesser name
We are the war against the sick and fatal fall of man
A hollow tip to the notion of a Godless stand
Quick to slam the gavel on a true solution
You let the fear become a stranglehold
Tear it all apart so you can render your own belief
You never listened to what you were told

Condemned
You built a wall, disbelief is all you left us
Reaction
Without a thought, your resolve is to reject us

(Chorus)
You found your darkness stands on a thread of pinhole light
And all you wanted was perfection
You found your darkness stands on a thread of pinhole light
So all you are is contradiction

You buried the chance in a self-righteous glance
So your sons and your daughters were safe
But your imperfect path is a heart made of glass
And the world is a charming grenade

Condemned
You built a wall, disbelief is all you left us
Reaction
Without a thought, your resolve is to reject us