Eidolon Slipping Through The Hands Of God Lyrics

Slipping Through The Hands Of God Lyrics

just burned.

bow down.

this ugly scar will mend itself again,

but when will its figure die?

pierced through the heart.

i watch
the red elixir spill from the center of its life.

i depict eighteen
visions for its demise.

not even water can bring back two thousand years
of life i've watched die.

rise to your glory on the third day.

you
are not my christ.

rise. utopia.

damned to hell.

i rest this
figure of ideal perfection.

there will be no funeral for this profane
existence.

always on the left hand path.