Shot down in cold blood / Cold blood in the rain
Bullets of anger, bullets of pain
Killed without reason / Waste without cause
Now is the season, the season of loss
Welcome the darkness / Welcome the night
Pray for your soul / Pray the Last Rites
Murdered for ransom of vengance and hate
Dreams to fulfill, but now it's too late
Sirens and madness / Confusion and fear
The past is forgotten, the future is clear...
There's a place, not far from here, where the dead sing out in fear
Take my hand, I'll lead the way / Hell has time for those who stray
Now it's time for you to know / 'Cause you've got nothing, not a reason left to show
Choose your path o'er yonder hill, you know the one
Live in darkness all your life / Never see the Son
Pray for your Last Rites
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