Gates Of Hell
by Dawson Smith

Come with me this morning
Out into the countryside
For now that the war is over
We have no need to hide

But the land lies bare before us
There’s fire in the wells
The truth of all our struggle
Is we are standing at the gates of hell

We all play follow the leader
They play blind mans buff
The lines are drawn between us
Now enough must be enough

The teachings that we follow
Are all that we have left
But we are ruled by unbelievers
Now we are standing at the gates of hell

And the soldiers say we are now free
But what price we pay for liberty
The children stand and stare
How can we see them is such despair

We look towards the west now
To help us through are need
But they carry on regardless
Feeding their own greed

Thy have no eyes to see with
when oil flows from the well
All honour is forsaken
we are standing at the gates of hell

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