. Abandon the gift bestowed us. The gift alone. [Chorus:] But there is beauty, There is life. Hold fast for this could be, The end of eternity. We
Abandon the gift bestowed us. The gift alone. [Chorus:] But there is beauty, There is life. Hold fast for this could be, The end of eternity. We are
desire. Abandon the gift bestowed us. The gift alone. [Chorus:] But there is beauty, There is life. Hold fast for this could be, The end of eternity
's eternal tune The phases of the moon The chambers of the heart The ebb and dart of small gray Spiders spinning in the dark In spite of all the times
might expect, collapse, but hang there, vacant, waiting an inrush of reappointments seven times worse than anything you know, seven other dimensions curled into our three. But time
the way you look the beating of love in your heart your wolds are like the flowing of a spring, knowing thy love waits for me until eternity's end is
run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
the grace (unfortunate eternal), they say that in times past a king walked in the sky, until dethroned by man (tribe of Judas), truly, truly, this is the end
Your grace Lest the rocks cry out, we will sing Your praise We will shout the name that set us free for eternity For eternity, for eternity, for eternity
's eternal tune The phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart The ebb and dart of small gray Spiders spinning in the dark In spite of all the times
in dust Forbiden are the hopes that will bring us joy hopeless we are walking the path of ignorance shall we ever dream again the paradise at the end of time
, the dear departed Bury all vices and these tired metaphors Before our time is over The chest aches and swells though in eternal sleep, in eternal sleep
passion and grace joyfully I shall perish in longing for your bliss All those minor deaths I've died All those times I've rested weary upon your eternity
of 2000 years In times of war and in days of peace By kings, physicians, tax collectors, farmers Fishermen, singers and shepherds The marvel is that a lot of grace
is my line, this is eternal, how did I ever end up here? Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear Absent of grace, marked as infernal Ungranted in dead time
to God we run this whole shit, son Right that's my word Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
know Long time coming, a long time Will come some day We will meet on that glorious day Long time coming, a long time It'll come some day Long time coming, a long time
is your dominion? When the sun of eternal life rises over the barren wilderness You flee like scared sparrows... You melt and pour out of time. Sitting
