Testo Temple

When the house was burned
We returned to the desert and wept
Son's slaughtered, daughter's raped
Like they closed the drapes
Gone away are the sun's rays
And the days when our children play
Now they been crushed like grapes
There ain't no escape This is your place, this is your kingdom
This is your face, broken reflection
Am ma ma-ou...
Burn'n in a burnt down house
Silent victim from bite of regret
Sick with a symptom of name we forget
Forgotten skeleton no dignity left
Unforgiven, we are forgotten
So...
Fill with the venom of an ancient fire that burned our kingdom
On this day the hot breeze (or high priest) sang the anthem
This is your place, this is your kingdom
This is your face, broken reflection
Who have we become
What will we become One day the moon will shine like the sun
And our heart will feel the love and be numb
Take out your drum and your harps to strum
This is your place, this is your kingdom
This is your face, broken reflection
Who have we become
What will we become