Like all your dreams you drift away, like hope sleeps in existence Your faded life will drown in tears, as it lays eternal distance Forgive yourself, you desperate being... Substance of me... Forgive yourself for not being my gift I couldn't give...
Remember and weep...and weep... His first promise... Every word baptized in lies... And whisper your songs into the dreams of silence And then hear...
Silence, the only melody Solitude, your true destiny Symphonies, louder than your songs Whispers that often bleat Forgive yourself for not being my gift Believe in me and I shall give...
Bleat the Christian lie...only mortals die!
Rising up from hundred Nazarenes Just my whispers can bleat their sins... Defy the human son, dying on the cross with no power from god.
Whispers often bleat, defy the Nazarene Whispers often bleat, defenders of the creed Your soul and flesh has wept mortality of your god When you accept his death, my gift is only yours Only god exists... Only humans die... Creating and dissolving the gift... Of life...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
