Besedila:
Isis In The Absence Of Truth

He was patient Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his hand

: Until your voice is heard And still the arm Shaken, shaken Your voice Still real And so you say Unto all I am ____ ________ ________ Bring them

: Now our blood Travels though the veins of our history It bursts forth them Boiling black clouds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as

me Gathered scribes over Jaggad shards, under foot To slash to the sound How many sit on woe or peril? How many walk on their own? Into the truth Let

: I fell asleep in a world dressed in grey Only to awake in a garden divine There was song and dance and untarnished flesh A feast for the body and eyes

: He was patient Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his