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Bits of my guns are covered in bloodThis town turned its back on the sunNow they will see how swift judgement can beCompared to a life on the runHoly, the face of God appears to beHoly, the face of God appeared to meAnother city glazed, carelessly placedWithered and waiting for trialAnd now we will see how swift judgement can beWhen compared to a life of denialHoly, the face of God appears to beHoly, Mother Mary let them all dieSlowly, hold me in your arms and pleaseConsole me, forgive what I've doneI'm your son, please don't send me to HellThese visions you seeThey're not what they seemEven a God can be wrongThis Virgin of peaceIs down on her kneesBegging for Death to move onLetras de cancionesHoly, the face of God appears to beHoly, Mother Mary, let them all dieSlowly, hold me in your arms, appease themSolely, forgive what I've doneI'm your son, please don't send me to HellPlease don't send me to Hell, oh no From Letras Mania