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I rose up on golden wings

Into the hands of God

I was dropped from the hands of God

For praying at the grave of Jesus

Praying at the grave of Jesus

It’s hard to resist

I’m leaving the isles of the blest

A shadow rose from far below

Covering the eyes of God

Panic spread, the world was cracked

Opening the grave of Jesus

Opening the grave of Jesus

It’s hard to resist

I’m leaving the isles of the blest

We’re torn between the life of the dead

And the gasping breath

Between the resurrection and the lie

Sowed by the preachers of death

Sowed by the preachers of death

I entered the house of God

Drunk on the blood of Jesus

Once inside it then turned out

I was praying in a house of slaughter

Drunk on the blood of Jesus

It’s hard to resist

I’m leaving the isles of the blest

We’re torn between the life of the dead

And the gasping breath

Between the resurrection and the lie

Sowed by the preachers of death

Sowed by the preachers of death

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