The dusk is stealing the dawn
Our faint hearts are setting suns
We pump not divine blood
We rejected the Word that's the Son
God's wrath will pour on us
Poor we,angry flames taste
Our foolishness has killed us
Our pride bury the remnant of a fading identity.
Our faint hearts are setting suns
We pump not divine blood
We rejected the Word that's the Son
God's wrath will pour on us
Poor we,angry flames taste
Our foolishness has killed us
Our pride bury the remnant of a fading identity.
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