Sisters of Mercy Lyrics

Sentenced to mercy
Dependent on their oppressors
The youth, the trust, the innocence
Used and contaminated
The hand of the child
Reaching for its torturer
Imprisoned on the farms of vice
Fed with iniquity
From the kisses of Judas
From the helping hands
Deliver us, o Lord
From the supportive arms
From the sweetened lies
Deliver us, o Lord
Run for it - it's a trap
There has never been any God
And these people are not your friends
The fear in your heart
Shall rip you apart
From the kisses of Judas
From the helping hands
Deliver us, o Lord
From the supportive arms
From the sweetened lies
Deliver us, o Lord
And when the night comes
The innocence shall cower
And cry upon its fate
Thousands of innocents twisted, betrayed
Humiliated, beaten, raped at the golden altars
The mercy camps
Sodoms and Gomorrahs
May they be forever cursed
Now you're soulless