Pillar Of Truth

(альбом: Historian - 2018)

Your hands are folded
Your eyes are closing
Your words are broken
Your eyes are dry

I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust
I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust

You are your mother's child
You're a mother of a mother of a mother now
Raised in the age of the milkman
I can't claim to understand

I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust
I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust

Lord, prepare me
For the shadows
For the sparrows
At my window
Lord, have mercy
On my descendants
For they know not
What they do
For they know not
Who you are
And they know not
What to do

I, the anchor
I'm slowly sinking
Into darkness
Yet unknown
But the fading
Light around me
Is full of faces
Who carry my name

I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust
I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust

Lord, be near me
My final hour
I once had sight
But now I'm blind
Oh, I tried to be
A second coming
And if I want
Nobody knew
If my throat can't sing
Then my soul
Screams out to you!

I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust
I am weak looking at you
A pillar of truth
Turning to dust