Song Lyrics
who s gonna pay for the blood
in the sweet by and by
if anyone could do it
the truth and nothing more
Traveling tabernacles, storm the gates of heaven Storm, carcass of the jackel
Storm the gates of heaven, mourning night and day
Mourning night and day, they turn to cherry red
Look god right in the eye, who s gonna pay for the blood?, storm the gates of heaven
Bound in false conversion, if anyone could do it, power of persuasion
who s gonna pay for the blood
And to steal other people s land, storm the gates of heaven
marching to the beat
The truth and nothing more, traveling tabernacles, who s gonna pay for the blood
we could storm the gates of heaven
If anyone could do it, storm the gates of heaven
We could storm the gates of heaven, false prophets in their armour, i was there at the inquisition
Trials and tribulations, storm the gates of heaven
And ask god who s gonna pay for the blood?, children of the lamb of, if anyone could do it
Who s gonna pay for the blood, i was there when they murdered montezuma, gonna take it to the boss
Your casket begins to leak, i was there at the witchcraft trials, mourning night and day
bound in false conversion
i was there when they murdered montezuma
In the sweet by and by, storm the gates of heaven
your casket begins to leak
your eyeballs
The truth and nothing more, using god s name to murder
mourning night and day
Marching to the beat, the truth and nothing more
armed with spears and guns
Mourning night and day, marching to the beat
How my heart has cried, storm the gates of heaven
armed with spears and guns
the worms play pinochle on your snout
They wrap you in a big white sheet, oppressed and made ashamed of, and ask god who s gonna pay for the blood?
On your knees and pray, onward christian soldiers
Power of persuasion, marching to the beat
The truth and nothing more, storm the gates of heaven
and take away the freedom of man
How my heart has cried, the worms crawl out, who s gonna pay for the blood
Storm the gates of heaven, your eyeballs
Carcass of the jackel, we could storm the gates of heaven
Traveling tabernacles, marching to the beat
Carcass of the jackel, storm the gates of heaven Chairs, onward christian soldiers
In the sweet by and by, i was there at the inquisition
And pus runs out like big whipped cream, the church of man is lost
destruction at their feet
Who s gonna pay for the blood, storm the gates of heaven
marching to the beat
Storm the gates of heaven, storm the gates of heaven Heaven, false prophets in their armour