Ritual — Nation Of Flies lyrics

Lyrics

Nation of sheep. Nation of swine.
Nation of wolves. All dressed in white.
A nation to cherish golden sky
playing the good old game of live-and-die.
Nation of sin. Nation of bad signs.
A nation of saints claims to be the crucified.
A nation blessed with blinded eyes.
Welcome to the nation of flies.
Deny.
We’re waiting for your faith to die.
Deny.
Let it die.