| Song | Secrets Of The Dead |
| Artist | Judas Priest |
| Album | Redeemer Of Souls (Super Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The shifting sands conceal the truth | |
| Revealing only lies | |
| A crescent moon casts ghostly shapes | |
| As somewhere some thing flies | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Deserted by the ghosts that knew | |
| Man´s triumphs had no bounds | |
| Left starving by our own mistakes | |
| The sands reclaimed their ground | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Times takes us down so deep | |
| Is this the place we seek | |
| Secrets of the dead secrets of the dead | |
| We never learn from our mistakes | |
| Imperfect til the end | |
| You can´t pick up the pieces | |
| And the hearts we break can´t mend | |
| As if they knew the gift they brought | |
| Was wasted on this earth | |
| They searched out for a better race | |
| On whom to bring rebirth | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Where angels fear to tread | |
| The secrets of the dead | |
| Where angels fear to tread | |
| The secrets of the dead |
| The shifting sands conceal the truth | |
| Revealing only lies | |
| A crescent moon casts ghostly shapes | |
| As somewhere some thing flies | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Deserted by the ghosts that knew | |
| Man s triumphs had no bounds | |
| Left starving by our own mistakes | |
| The sands reclaimed their ground | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Times takes us down so deep | |
| Is this the place we seek | |
| Secrets of the dead secrets of the dead | |
| We never learn from our mistakes | |
| Imperfect til the end | |
| You can t pick up the pieces | |
| And the hearts we break can t mend | |
| As if they knew the gift they brought | |
| Was wasted on this earth | |
| They searched out for a better race | |
| On whom to bring rebirth | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Where angels fear to tread | |
| The secrets of the dead | |
| Where angels fear to tread | |
| The secrets of the dead |
| The shifting sands conceal the truth | |
| Revealing only lies | |
| A crescent moon casts ghostly shapes | |
| As somewhere some thing flies | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Deserted by the ghosts that knew | |
| Man s triumphs had no bounds | |
| Left starving by our own mistakes | |
| The sands reclaimed their ground | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Times takes us down so deep | |
| Is this the place we seek | |
| Secrets of the dead secrets of the dead | |
| We never learn from our mistakes | |
| Imperfect til the end | |
| You can t pick up the pieces | |
| And the hearts we break can t mend | |
| As if they knew the gift they brought | |
| Was wasted on this earth | |
| They searched out for a better race | |
| On whom to bring rebirth | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| We let ourselves be bled | |
| Secrets of the dead | |
| Where angels fear to tread | |
| The secrets of the dead | |
| Where angels fear to tread | |
| The secrets of the dead |