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 [CHORUS]