Paroles de Slave

I hear the calling, eternal searing Come to me father, to wash my spirit... The holy - the sacred Our prayers - rejected It's coming - a blessing My failure - obsessing... I leave my body, release my spirit Our holy angel, here is my sinning... The forces of darkness Release all its madness The evil in spirits Controls all the limits My failure is father That I am no other To live all the sorrow Through the eyes of tommorow ...and all that you should see is the light ...but all that I seek is the darkness...