Cover di Where Blood and Fire Bring Rest

Where Blood and Fire Bring Rest
Album - 19 maggio 1998 - Debaser id 35839

di Zao

In a time of quietness I reflect on childhood memories
Caught wisping through my mind
Falling leaves create the stage
Words spoken were not cherished

On the last day of our friendship
And those words were possibly the last
What were your thoughts

As a dreaming child I awaken to a nightmare
After a gentle nudge I find out you're gone

The machines that kept you alive were careless
Did you ask Him to forgive you
Before, before you passed on you slipped
You slipped, you passed on
The machines that kept you alive were careless
Did you ask Him to forgive you
Before you passed on

You slipped on away into the ground
You broke the vanity
You brought the silence
Il tuo voto:
I remember the first war, the way the sky burned
The faces of angels destroyed
I saw a third of Heaven's legion banished
And the creation of hell
I stood with my brothers and watched lucifer fall
But now, my brothers aren't my brothers

Turned away by a misrepresentation
Stained glass and white washed tombs
The hearts of those who spoke to you
Were never homes the God they tried to show you
They spoke out of prejudice and ritualism
They themselves were lost angels fold their wings
And they fold their wings
And weep along with us watching you shun Christ's sacrifice
Shunning sacrifice
And they fold their wings
And weep along with us watching you shun

Shun
Il tuo voto:
Let me not exist for a fair desire sweet and fresh
Are my expectations of this inner strength
That yearns passionately
For the endowment of the Father
I sow in tears that later I shall reap in joy
Each drop that I sow will be a time of breaking [3x]

Come Holy Spirit empower Your creation
Through times of breaking the planting of tears as I am broken
Your presence grows stronger
I feel You with me upholding me through it all

Let me not exist for a fair desire sweet and fresh
Are my expectations of this inner strength
That yearns passionately
For the endowment of

Each drop that I sow is a time of breaking
A time of breaking
Il tuo voto:
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