Faceless bodies, abstracted and dissected Torrid tongues tasting blood to cure their curse Opression is their language
Shifting shades, illusions in the desert The Twilight of the Idols is at hand
In the quiet, you’ll hear us cry out To the stars I plead my case Yet the heavens seem quiescent Entropy: perforate my senses Devolving from dust into dust
But you won’t relent until our every desert is filled with water
And His love came down! O Cristo Domine Jesu And His love came down! O Cristo Domine Jesu And it rescued me! O Cristo Domine Jesu And I believe I believeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
