Woven Hand
Winter Shaker
The circle is vicious ofThoughts altogether vainHaunted by battles lostStill living on Idian landI clap my dirty handsGiven over to self and leftTo own devicesA quaking in the personAll his gloryAll his gloryDeep devotionAt the bottom of the seaIniquity goes down like waterI have been staff struckBy a finger in the sandAll his gloryAll his gloryThis circle is viciousSpoken behind the handIt is the stormThat brought me inHallelujahHallelujah
From Letras Mania