Vārdi:
Zao When Blood And Fire Bring Rest

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

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

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Came a single quiet voice And the breath of His words consumed The night and brought strength I have never felt on my own And He held me up until

deception As the end draws near and history closes I pray that the winds and the rain of that which is latter Will bring clarity and understanding

My sight finally returns Only to see my hands covered with the innocent blood Of those I stand before as an example And I hold this ember in my heart

deception As the end draws near and history closes I pray that the winds and the rain of that which is latter Will bring clarity and understanding

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

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