Rotting Christ

Origin of time / the face of old flesh
Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain
Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty
Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain
The cold dark night becomes scary soon
In the light of a young moon
A thorn in my soul your face fade away
Awake like an owl for salvation I pray
And shining flames / burning the night sky
Until you / who walk among the liking
Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed
In the light of a young moon
The cold dark night becomes scary soon
A thorn in my soul your face fade away
Awake like an owl for salvation I pray