Forsaken Cries - Cataract

Forsaken cries, the martyr’s melodies

Sacrificed our flesh, what you call blessed

Wars bend our backs, Melt down our freedom

Cut off our hands, In divinity and lies

From false devotees, To laying claim

Can hear the melodies, For eternity

Shattered by our own slavery, all heavens fall

At the gates of sanctuary, all heavens fall

Blood on walls fulfilled our daydreams

Lost our life’s in the name of false truth

Wasted blood infect with blindness

Stolen gold what made our symbols

Sandy wounds wash in holy water

Burning souls lead to a new cross

…To a new cross!

Forsaken cries