40.Our Solemn Hour

13. july 2009 at 20:11 |  Texty
Sanctus, espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour.
Sanctus, espiritus, insanity is all around us.
Sanctus, espiritus.
Sanctus, espiritus.
Sanctus, espiritus.

In my darkest hours I could not foresee,
that the tide could turn so fast to this degree.
Can't believe my eyes, how can you be so blind?
Is the heart of stone, no empathy inside?
Time keeps on slipping away and we haven't learned,
so in the end now what have we gained?

Sanctus, espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour.
Sanctus, espiritus, insanity is all around us.
Sanctus, espiritus, is this what we deserve,
can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?

Are they themselves to blame, the misery, the pain?
Didn't we let go, allowed it, let it grow?
If we can't restrain the beast which dwells inside,
it will find it's way somehow, somewhere in time.
Will we remember all of the suffering,
cause if we fail it will be in vain.

Sanctus, espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour.
Sanctus, espiritus, insanity is all around us.
Sanctus, espiritus, is this what we deserve,
can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?

Sanctus, espiritus.
Sanctus, espiritus.

Sanctus, espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour.
Sanctus, espiritus, insanity is all around us.
Sanctus, espiritus, is this what we deserve,
can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?

Sanctus, espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour.
Sanctus, espiritus, insanity is all around us.
Sanctus, espiritus, is this what we deserve,
can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?
 

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