3 acessos
With a burning candle
A book of holy things
They'll throw you up against the wall
Bind your hands with string
Caught in this sudden shower
Our host of heavenly Kings
They're all victims of circumstance
Of ancient bells that brings
All the fear in the world, naked and shy
Down upon our heads, with no reason why
(the soul goes beyond being and enters this divine world)
And though voices may holler
For all they're worth
The rabbits have fled their burrows
Gone to earth