Oh Lord I shall not whisper of the sights you've showed me
Your humble servant bides-his time
Carried by the winds of death to face my maker
I know now that heaven-is mine
I walk the soiled path
Moon above me cut in half
Shake the mountains stir the sea
I-have come-to-left-you-see
Chorus
Dawn to dusk
Suffocating naked, but for rust
Blind-of all lies
Saltrubbed eyes
I draw and burn the circle in the sand at midnight
Cooking friends not known-to man
Born-by-none
Outcast of
Dirt-and-death
Leaving your
Soul-stained-black
Painting my face
A diety grace
Saltrubbed eyes
Losing my
Soul-and-sight
Howl at
False prophecies
Drenching the land
Drunk by the sand
Holy god of grace and lies
I never walked the path
Saltrubbed eyes from blasphemy
And yet I'm still alive
Oh lord I barely see the sights of joy you show me
But your humble servant bides-his time
I long once more to see the burning portal
All covers up with pearls-so white |
