Isis - Holy Tears Тексты

He was patient
Slow descent, chills the bones
His wait maybe long
Still he carries on
Always reaching for her
Always breathing for her
Lifting his hand to the sky
Slow change might bring
Holy tears
Upon his battered skull

Holy tears
Holy tears

He won't take the privilege
To know the crown
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