You'll not wrest the truth from my hands Eyes never closed clarity Clamped down in a grip so tight On ordinary horror Peering through a curtain of blood
'll not wrest the truth from my hands Eyes never closed clarity. Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror. Peering through a curtain of blood
Vertaling: Lamb Of God. Bloed Junkie.
You'll not wrest the truth from my hands Eyes never closed clarity. Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror. Peering through a curtain of blood
a doubt fightings within and fears without, O Lamb of God I come, I come my Lord inside of me to a soul the flesh is nothing O Lamb of God I come, I
