Sixteen Lyrics - Storm The Gates Of Hell - Demon Hunter

Sixteen, oh holy day 

Your time has come and passed 

The rapture we've been waiting for 

Has come to us at last 

Sixteen for every fake 

Sixteen to every whore 

Wipe that dirt from off your face 

Sixteen is at your door 

Oh, voiceless, wasted 

You soaked your heart in gasoline 

Now light it up and burn 

The same cycle ever-turning you is calling 

It's calling 

The scene is begging for a grave tonight 

It always, it always will 

You take the name of love divine 

And drag it through your blood 

Now turn to face what you have made 

And mourn what you have done 

Oh, voiceless, wasted 

You soaked your heart in gasoline 

Now light it up and burn 

Voiceless, wasted 

I came this far to drag you down 

And watch you take your turn 

The same cycle ever-turning you is calling 

It's calling 

The scene is begging for a grave tonight 

It always, it always will 

Farewell to false pretension 

Farewell to hollow words 

Farewell to fake affection 

Farewell, tomorrow burns 

Farewell to false pretension 

Farewell to hollow words 

Farewell to fake affection 

Farewell, tomorrow burns 

The same cycle ever-turning you is calling 

It's calling 

The scene is begging for a grave tonight 

It always, it always will 

The same cycle ever-turning you is calling 

It's calling 

The scene is begging for a grave tonight 

It always, it always will