Paroles de House Of Betsaida

Lost in desolation sea Men with their pale faces Fetind clothes, pale eyes Good man's intentions solve nothing When good actions are necessery Hell is full of God intentions Everywhere a moribund, a leper one A child in skin and bones Lives like animal But they born like angels House of Betsaida Ten, twelve year-old children Have old persons features They don't cry, don't laugh There is no Reason to smile House of Betsaida She arrived to ease the pain With her sad and supplicant regard She arrived to the house of betsaida To the old man incapable of expelling filies That surrond their wounds Sucking sirt Lost in a desolation sea Hands that shake are disrty and cold For cold, or lukewarm for sweat It will give bed to poor leper and Moribund persons Dead bodies willgive bed to those who will die But she is the Queen Lost in a desolation sea Hands that shake are disrty and cold For cold, or lukewarm for sweat It will give bed to poor leper and Moribund persons Dead bodies willgive bed to those who will die But she is the Queen