Mhs

Light up the beacons.
I'm sending out the signal because tonight your revolution ends.
The lampstand removal of unholy
ritual for violence the sirens will wail.
Enough, I've heard enough of all your
promises. Your deeds have made my stomach turn.
Enough, I've had enough of all your
crusades. Your throne is swallowed by the earth.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.

Your secrets unearthing,
Your barriers are peeling back to reveal your devilry.
In blood runs the writing on walls that are crumbling.
So what will it take for the sheep to say.
Enough, I've heard enough of all your
promises. Your deeds have made my stomach turn.
Enough, I've had enough of all your
crusades. Your throne becomes a crater in the earth.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.

By your own rope you're hanging high.
By your own rope you're hanging high.
Hanging high.
You wear your hunger to play the oppressor
Like jewels of the crown on your head.
No mercy is shown when mercy's not given.
Your halo will hang you instead.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.
From the gallows to the grave, from their halos the guilty will hang.
You wear your hunger to play the oppressor
Like jewels of the crown on your head.
No mercy is shown when mercy's not given.
From their halos the guilty they will hang