hidden chapel... face the eyes of cold gazing strangers staring at the sin once again I... I hate to sing with the angels the ancient songs of what we have seen
if we had known 2000 years ago the consequence remains evermore no gift to save, we`re watchers of dismay repeat the gathering, we gather again
the cross still stands for pain we trip down memory lane damnation`s warning one more day the cross burns in old fire on a ghost ship led by martyrs could blindness soothe the ache ?
Corpus Christi, I am paralysed so I´m guilty ? don`t put the blame on me done again... I hate to gape at the dying I hate to be the mirror of the slain
we might have seen the shots on Kennedy it`s hard to stand before a widowed bride Atlantic Sea, your victims´ agonies were swallowed by our eyes of decease