Texty písní Oh sleeper Son Of The Morning Commissioned By Kings

Commissioned By Kings

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Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me your strength so I can stand so strong
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom
The tempest roars, but I am fearless
With each step I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest
Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down
They’re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt
They have my scent, but you can stop them I’m sure
Yes, I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse
What writhing spite is unearthing here?
Why choose the prodigals,
a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter?
It’s just a crack, the smallest of flaws
Your legs have now failed you to crawl
From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all
Look and see, you’re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart
Call to me, and unleash the strength
Your soul will begin to roar
Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me your strength so I can stand so strong
I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light
Though outnumbered by lines, we’ll stay and fight
When we reach the gates, all you’ll hear us say is
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down
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