The stones cry out from the Moscow earth,
For the blood of Ethan, Xana, Madison and Kaylee.
In Delphi the blood of Abby and Libby
Plead for justice from the banks of a creek.
In Flora the blood of Keyana, Keyara, Kerrielle and Kionne,
Cry from the cruelest cut of all;
Betrayed like the children of Topheth,
By those they loved the most.
From blood splattered halls in Parkland,
Calls the souls from under the alter;
How long, Oh Lord must we wait,
With Guilt applied but justice denied.
Every day from a thousand different stones,
The cry of the blood springs anew.
Love made creation spills out on the earth,
From the most precious gifts ever given.
Do we stand and tremble at the terror and wrath,
For the justice we know will soon reign?
The cry of the blood, the avenger has heard
While he marks his perfect hour.
For the blood of Ethan, Xana, Madison and Kaylee.
In Delphi the blood of Abby and Libby
Plead for justice from the banks of a creek.
In Flora the blood of Keyana, Keyara, Kerrielle and Kionne,
Cry from the cruelest cut of all;
Betrayed like the children of Topheth,
By those they loved the most.
From blood splattered halls in Parkland,
Calls the souls from under the alter;
How long, Oh Lord must we wait,
With Guilt applied but justice denied.
Every day from a thousand different stones,
The cry of the blood springs anew.
Love made creation spills out on the earth,
From the most precious gifts ever given.
Do we stand and tremble at the terror and wrath,
For the justice we know will soon reign?
The cry of the blood, the avenger has heard
While he marks his perfect hour.
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