Ihsahn - South Winds lyrics
[Ihsahn - South Winds lyrics]
Static, dogmatic death cult, fanatic
Hidden in the open masked by tradition
Your face, your heart fervent to obey
Your face, your heart you gave it all away
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
Get up off your knees, get up off your knees
Your burden is a lie so get up off your knees
Lift your head up high
Lift your head up high
Your burden is a lie so
Lift your head up high
Your code, your line your mouth, your spine
A hammer to fictitious sins
A cold field to south winds
What kind of promises could justify
The sacrifice you make?
This shame and fear you force upon
This world for Heaven’s sake
Life you forsake
Hope ran out in the desert sand
Cancel all flights to the promised land
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
Your code, your line your mouth, your spine
A hammer to fictitious sins
A cold field to south winds
Hidden in the open masked by tradition
Your face, your heart fervent to obey
Your face, your heart you gave it all away
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
Get up off your knees, get up off your knees
Your burden is a lie so get up off your knees
Lift your head up high
Lift your head up high
Your burden is a lie so
Lift your head up high
Your code, your line your mouth, your spine
A hammer to fictitious sins
A cold field to south winds
What kind of promises could justify
The sacrifice you make?
This shame and fear you force upon
This world for Heaven’s sake
Life you forsake
Hope ran out in the desert sand
Cancel all flights to the promised land
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
I’d rather live a life in sin
And take the devil’s fall
Than let the madmen of belief
Make fools and martyrs of us all
Your code, your line your mouth, your spine
A hammer to fictitious sins
A cold field to south winds