ALBUMAll the Waters of the Earth Turn to BloodThe Body
PLAYLISTThe Body EssentialsApple Music Metal
Lyrics
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born.
Look at the cross.
Look at the void.
Even the Saints knew their hour of failure and loss.
Lifeless plains, birthing dust.
Hands of gods useless and impotent.
One billion papery tongues.
Forever unknowing.
