Day Of The Lord

The Sorrow

What we created 
What we created is a world, 
A world of hate 
And what we've ruined, 
And what we've ruined 
Is human integrity 

Tenfold the wrath of god 
Will smash us to the ground 
Cause we are deserving everything, 
Everything but grace 
We poisoned every seed in this soil 
Created nothing out of love 
We're waiting for our darkest hour 
The wrath of god 

What we have lost, 
What we have lost 
Are our souls and purity 
What we have found, 
What we have found is misery, 
Our misery 

On trampled paths 
We will walk 
They're not the righteous ones