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Along the banks of rivers Zion Sang a fallen and forsworn The chain Of human rage And let between an ocean rain And lambs so led, I stayed If this be life, our evening's prayer Or death's denouement A thorned idyll that's offered no one And I've stood for no one Then father, I'm nowhere I'm no closer to your throne Swirling forth, the sea conscripted Each, the dead and nursery rhyme At voice A trailing drone And baptized by the breath of pain I crossed heart's knave and swore If this be life, our evening's prayer Or death's denouement A thorned idyll that's offered no one And I've stood for no one Then father, I'm nowhere Letras de cancionesI'm no closer to your throne Swirling forth (Swirling) The dead and nursery rhyme If this be life, our evening's prayer Or death's denouement A thorned idyll that's offered no one And I've stood for no one Then father, I'm nowhere I'm no closer to your throne Pacific glass, these gifts rend senseless And knell, repentless The auger of the cosmic traveler As God's own straggler Who's vowed, unopposed To embody word and shore From Letras Mania