Текст (слова) песни: Eighteen Visions - Slipping Through The Hands Of God
tears fill my eyes. tears of sorrow as i watch the rosewood heal from the hole i just burned. bow down. this ugly scar will mend itself again, but when will its figure die? pierced through the heart. i watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life. i depict eighteen visions for its demise. not even water can bring back two thousand years of life i`ve watched die. rise to your glory on the third day. you are not my christ. rise. utopia. damned to hell. i rest this figure of ideal perfection. there will be no funeral for this profane existence. always on the left hand path.
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