Testo di In Absentia Christi

Suffering In the golden cross Upon which the rose of the Soul unfoldeath You hear a voice Whispering to you, The sweet breath Fans across your faith Like a cool evening breeze... Come to me... come to me... Like a cool evening breeze... Come to me... come to me... Centuries Pass from one to another Like sands through the glass I stand amidst the twilight air Centuries Pass from one to another Like sands through the glass I stand amidst the twilight air Suffering In the golden cross Upon which the rose of the Soul unfoldeath You hear a voice Whispering to you, The sweet breath Fans across your faith Centuries Pass from one to another Like sands through the glass I stand amidst the twilight air Centuries Pass from one to another Like sands through the glass I stand amidst the twilight air I can feel you I can see you Take my hand... Show me the way to the promised land I can feel you I can see you Take my hand... Show me the way to the promised land Centuries Pass from one to another Like sands through the glass I stand amidst the twilight air