| Song | The Orphans of Piety |
| Artist | Minsk |
| Album | The Ritual Fires of Abandonment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gibran, Minsk | |
| Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity | |
| The orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame | |
| A truth to believe a thirst for reprieve | |
| Our throats scorched with the sins of our fathers we burn with the sins of our fathers | |
| These sacred certainties floated right past me and I cannot remember my name | |
| Scandalous proclivity these orphans of piety | |
| We cherish our reprimand pain in your shadow where I stand | |
| Draw a circle around me in the sand I have breathed in but released your lungs | |
| Of Ave Maria’s from wombs of the one I have wandered each day | |
| From the alter to the grave in search of your name and face | |
| I have seen your shadow where I stand |
| zuo qu : Gibran, Minsk | |
| Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity | |
| The orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame | |
| A truth to believe a thirst for reprieve | |
| Our throats scorched with the sins of our fathers we burn with the sins of our fathers | |
| These sacred certainties floated right past me and I cannot remember my name | |
| Scandalous proclivity these orphans of piety | |
| We cherish our reprimand pain in your shadow where I stand | |
| Draw a circle around me in the sand I have breathed in but released your lungs | |
| Of Ave Maria' s from wombs of the one I have wandered each day | |
| From the alter to the grave in search of your name and face | |
| I have seen your shadow where I stand |
| zuò qǔ : Gibran, Minsk | |
| Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity | |
| The orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame | |
| A truth to believe a thirst for reprieve | |
| Our throats scorched with the sins of our fathers we burn with the sins of our fathers | |
| These sacred certainties floated right past me and I cannot remember my name | |
| Scandalous proclivity these orphans of piety | |
| We cherish our reprimand pain in your shadow where I stand | |
| Draw a circle around me in the sand I have breathed in but released your lungs | |
| Of Ave Maria' s from wombs of the one I have wandered each day | |
| From the alter to the grave in search of your name and face | |
| I have seen your shadow where I stand |