The calling
"A day in my youth like the end of a dream The start of a nightmare or so it would seem I had all the answers or so I believed I chased my tomorrows and I was deceived Then I heard them calling out my name Calling out to me time and again My typical life in the town with no name My rebel heart has brought me to the flame He sent his disciples to search out my soul I heard all their words and surrendered it whole They showed me his secrets they told me his plan With believers like me he'd be making his stand Can you hear them calling out my name Calling out to me time and again His evil my vision his violence my creed I sow his corruptions fulfill his needs For so many years I have walked in his way Till the torch from the sister showed me the way I learned then the truth I needed to see But my soul was still captive and not to be free I'll not escape him he still owns my soul But I know now the truth and it has made me whole I run from his horror I'll never retreat The truth gave me strength the strength that I need I run from his horror I hide in the night His evil still haunts me I search for the light I'll flee him forever though I'll never escape My deeds reward for mistakes I have made I still hear them calling out my name Voices haunting me time and again Surrender unto me and walk my way Never will my heart be burnt by his flame"
Writer/s: Billy Sharp, Ronald Skeen
