Turn my heart into a stone, let me sink I've turned my suffering into a cause for hate By his decree we were compelled to reconcile You cannot force my love I'll hold onto my pain
The power to choose who lives and who will die is not my right In doing so I kick the Lord off His seat of rightful judgment over man God knows I've tried to fight off sinful thoughts
The crown you wear It burns your hair and sears your skin You cry aloud, "Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
As master I came, yet now my tone is changed They've torn out my guts and held me down to bleed But that left me empty and open to the light Forgive me now, I trust Your providence
Meanwhile, Photius was captured and tortured The empress restored my godson to my wife What can I do? The emperor's against me Grant me only the power to change my perspective
The crown you wear It digs into your precious flesh You cry aloud, "Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
Father, designer, instiller of fear Not long thereafter my wife's lover died No longer writhing in pleasure and joy Writhing in agony in his own filth
Father, commander, a shepherd of men I could not go down this dread path of sin Combat the demons with fasting and prayer Flush out the swamp of filth in your own heart
Ever marching on I feel...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
