Letra de Easter

Here in this shroud of light Centuries staring at me through the haze In a slow demise Lines of a song looking away In a slow demise In a low streaming of scent In a touch of gloria I see your face Let's have the night And drink from the chalice In rivers of saturn Bodies pass me by from the tide In this sin A desire, pollutes the skies of the town Determines the upraising The oldest breach of the caste, roaring out loud Here in a shroud of fright Pages of madness staring at me Lines of a song atavic Veins of a son taken away In a slow demise In a low streaming of scent In a touch of gloria I see your face