No Absolution Songtext
von Death Reapers

The watchful sight
Always keen to see
The speck of dust
In the brother′s eye
Oblivious to self-reflection
The helping hands
Always eager to turn to fists
Deliver justice
Entitled to cast the first stone

No absolution
No mercy in the eyes
Of the devoted
Clinging to their virtues
Bent, warped and rotted
In their pursuit of heaven
Create the living hell


The pious lamb
Becomes the wolf
That's clawing at your throat
Over some percieved slight
Forget the mercy they all preach
Salt of the earth
Becomes the salt in your eye
The crown of thorns
A thorn on your side

No absolution
No mercy in the eyes
Of the devoted
Clinging to their virtues
Bent, warped and rotted
In their pursuit of heaven
Create the living hell

No absolution
No mercy in the eyes
Of the devoted
Clinging to their virtues
Bent, warped and rotted
In their pursuit od heaven
Create the living hell