Great Days of Vengeance by Cataract

Sinner from Birth

by Cataract· from Great Days of Vengeance

Inslaved since our birth we walk the path built by angels of blind tradition down the valley of lies and opressions, strangled guilty minds tied by poisoned strings Sinner from birth in a dying world built the walls, walls around our social grave stone by stone Walk on broken glasses carrying their requirement Crippled wings of freedom are burning our hope Burning! Burning our hope!