Altars Of Doom Lyrics - Drag On

Shadows of our shadows 

Thorny winding streets 

A train of drunk undertakers 

Digging their own graves 

The altar full of tongues 

Of fluent politicians 

Altar of suffering 

Of the holocaust 

The towns of grey sick faces 

Jerking the ropes 

Which keep them 

In constant suspense 

Every day struggles 

With darkness for light 

Shadows disperse 

As there comes the night 

The last rays 

Of the dying world 

Locked in the sockets of empty skulls 

The small, the weak, the yellow 

Waiting for the Messiah 

Go away from his feet 

Altar of pain 

Of the Holocaust 

Shadows impressed 

In concrete 

And ashes mixed with blood