A story of man written insult by insult With landmines seeping through my skin With bone-crushing iron And unsatisfied desires Without it what could have been A place like no other with an above mother Prospering life free of hate We've taken our chances and left with no answers It's time to depopulate Running blindly in the dark With no end in sight No purity of heart Now pay the price Open the Door Let us in Open the Door Or all hell will just have to break in The sun making life grow while moon wake the dark It was written in his prophecy We bury each other with the forsaken honor Of corpse rotting under a tree We are the children the forsaken children Of witches who could not burn They now are out mothers Our sons and our daughters But most fathers are not to be known Running blindly in the dark With no end in sight No purity of heart Now pay the price Open the Door Let us in Open the Door Or all hell will just have to break in Running blindly in the dark With no end in sight No purity of heart Now pay the price Open the Door Let us in Open the Door Or all hell will just have to break in