Eighteen Visions - Slipping Through The Hands Of God lyrics

Just burned.

Bow down.

This ugly scar will mend itself again,

but when will its figure die?

Pierced through the heart.

I watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life.

I depict eighteen visions for its demise.

Not even water can bring back two thousand years of life i`ve watched die.

Rise to your glory on the third day.

You are not my christ.

Rise.

Utopia.

Damned to hell.

I rest this figure of ideal perfection.

There will be no funeral for this profane existence.

Always on the left hand path.