Lyrics Hand of God - Shiv-R, Distorted Memory

Hand of God

The blood was running off the prophets hands
The blood of disbelievers shed on holy land
A plague on man sent from a vengeful god
We had no choice but to save ourselves
Their books of lies spreading hate and pain
Their men with their god took our souls away
We fought for our lives for our children’s souls
We shed much blood but we had no hope
Release this rage
That is deep inside
Stand up stand tall
Let the blood collide