Ways Of Vice

Churches of stone where I belong

Drawn in rebellion yell

Fancies of vice soon will arise

Morals are low and so fell

If we remembered the starlight

If only gods could forgive

I see your weep buried so deep

Inside your dark brown eyes

Hundreds of fools break all the rules

Walking the ways of vice

All will be gone, we'll stay alone

Here in the destiny's face

No time to heal learning to kill

Wallowed in sin have no grace

Plenty of places is heaven

Lack in the chambers of hell

Plenty of places is heaven

Lack in the chambers of hell

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