Paroles de In absentia christi

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