Death of the spirit Enabling the flesh to swallow the
Found in human likeness And He reduced to the standards
Enthroned and exalted I rejoice that you've befriende me To
Saturated in blood Standing still in fear Tears of those
No one is righteous They all fall so short Only
Oh my Father I come in Your name and with
When the sun blackens And the moon turns to blood
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