Covenant Colours کے بول

For all needing not the liar He's been driven away On route to plain sceneries The son has paved the way For all needing not the liar He's been goaded away On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds Standing firm, reciting out loud Through withering meadows trudging hard Harmony found Slowing down life in the name of Growing out of the frames Air and space to breathe in chaos Leading back to the trail Tomorrow will claim Today still surrender From depleting reserves Our low lands of grain Speak in need of time For hearts to be preserved Wounding the gracious heart Recover from the salty dunes Spirit in the quiet tunes Decide to tack and wait for all already said For all needing not the liar It's been driven away On route to fields of founding The four limbs taking the nails On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds Standing firm, reciting out loud Through withering meadows trudging hard Harmony found