Anna Thema کے بول

Spine of silk and eggshell thin Pity the bleeder, bruised and palsied prince The shameless desperate Mourn the cherished in ruins, yes our Once great Irresolute and forlorn Time to... destroy... Want to see it burn, torn down How can my nation be saved? Pray, weep for this age Futurescape, futurape Seems it leans to the last days Is tomorrow born still? Is judgment his will? Or can we be healed? Separate, church and this present state He will...destroy... Anna thema I hear you whisper(screaming) at the gate Union in hell not far away Anna thema Sheol ways require a wage A nation harvests its portion... Automolech they sing A nation embracing, praising Its sin disease Time this scaterd few Took the lead Bring the jawbone to the philistines