Nothing could save the Baptist
Nor cross, nor altar, nor crucifix
Old time lays waste the spirit
Without condoning or condemning
For those with eyes to see
"This town is afraid of me
With good reason,
It has seen my true face"
"This town is afraid of me
With good reason,
It has seen my true face"
Walking freely among the enemy
The Baptists lack of inner capacity
Philosophical sagacity
It is not seen as a defect
But as a sign of strength
A sign of strength
"I shall lay my hands upon you
Feel my hands touch you"
Here is the servant
In whom my soul delights
Ancient sadness of desert sands
An unending hymn of praise
To the Sanhedrin of Sheol
Everything is real, everything dies
"I shall lay my hands upon you
Feel my hands touch, touching you..."
Here's the one in who my soul delights
Close enough to touch yet out of reach
Everything is real, everything dies
Close enough to touch you....
- 专辑:Words That Go Unspoken, Deeds That Go Undone
- 歌手:Akercocke
- 歌曲:Shelter from the Sand