Song | Beyond the Persian Veil |
Artist | Gods Of Eden |
Album | From the End of Heaven |
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Blood soaking in the cracks to fertilize the desert | |
Crimson sand sticking to my mind | |
Veins are empty squeezing out the final drops of sacrifice | |
A sombre gift to the masters of our space and time | |
Bonded to the carnage | |
Faces carved and rent with fear | |
Must survive this sacrificial new world ordained in blood | |
Or die | |
We travelled half a world away | |
To bring no swift or no subtle death to the innocent | |
To claim the prize or just a piece of the divine offering | |
Handed down from the heights of the deepest ones, hidden undefined | |
Body’s not my own | |
Hand without control | |
This heart is close to freezing | |
Learn to see the cost of divinity | |
That a soul is impossible to purchase | |
Hold on to your hope and humanity | |
All that’s left before vultures come to feast on all | |
Bonded to the carnage | |
Faces lined and red with fear | |
Must survive this sacrificial new world crusade | |
Although my eyes are open wide the dark is all I see now | |
As silence fills the emptiness inside | |
Replacing all desire that was left of me |
Blood soaking in the cracks to fertilize the desert | |
Crimson sand sticking to my mind | |
Veins are empty squeezing out the final drops of sacrifice | |
A sombre gift to the masters of our space and time | |
Bonded to the carnage | |
Faces carved and rent with fear | |
Must survive this sacrificial new world ordained in blood | |
Or die | |
We travelled half a world away | |
To bring no swift or no subtle death to the innocent | |
To claim the prize or just a piece of the divine offering | |
Handed down from the heights of the deepest ones, hidden undefined | |
Body' s not my own | |
Hand without control | |
This heart is close to freezing | |
Learn to see the cost of divinity | |
That a soul is impossible to purchase | |
Hold on to your hope and humanity | |
All that' s left before vultures come to feast on all | |
Bonded to the carnage | |
Faces lined and red with fear | |
Must survive this sacrificial new world crusade | |
Although my eyes are open wide the dark is all I see now | |
As silence fills the emptiness inside | |
Replacing all desire that was left of me |
Blood soaking in the cracks to fertilize the desert | |
Crimson sand sticking to my mind | |
Veins are empty squeezing out the final drops of sacrifice | |
A sombre gift to the masters of our space and time | |
Bonded to the carnage | |
Faces carved and rent with fear | |
Must survive this sacrificial new world ordained in blood | |
Or die | |
We travelled half a world away | |
To bring no swift or no subtle death to the innocent | |
To claim the prize or just a piece of the divine offering | |
Handed down from the heights of the deepest ones, hidden undefined | |
Body' s not my own | |
Hand without control | |
This heart is close to freezing | |
Learn to see the cost of divinity | |
That a soul is impossible to purchase | |
Hold on to your hope and humanity | |
All that' s left before vultures come to feast on all | |
Bonded to the carnage | |
Faces lined and red with fear | |
Must survive this sacrificial new world crusade | |
Although my eyes are open wide the dark is all I see now | |
As silence fills the emptiness inside | |
Replacing all desire that was left of me |