5 acessos
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