When The Lion Devours Both Dragon And Child

(álbum: Eschaton - 2006)

My soul is weary of our life
I will leave my complaint upon myself
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul
I will undo the land of God
Till you condemn me

It matters not wherefore
The contendest with me
It is good unto thee that
The shouldest oppress
That thou shouldest
Despise the work of thine hands, And shine upon
The counsel of the wicked

You were crying out of my eye

A madman's lantern falls broken upon unfeeling ground
What was holiest has bled to death under our knives
Who will wipe this blood off us
Who will wipe this blood off us

Thy days are as the days of man
For thou art mortal I shall diminish
Thou knowest that I am wicked
I am wicked
There is none that
Could deliver then out of my hand

You sent the Dragon to fight, You're killing the Lion

A madman's lantern falls broken upon unfeeling ground
What was holiest has bled to death under our knives
Who will wipe this blood off us, Who will wipe this blood off us

Silence the miracle
And over he is here to dead

A madman's lantern falls broken upon unfeeling ground
What was holiest has bled to death under our knives
Who will wipe this blood off us, Who will wipe this blood off us