Funeral Mist - A New Light download song

Song Lyrics

i am the perfect image of god
Blood and black, my blood is silent cried the whore
The sons of the red earth must face our rays, thousand cataclysms
i swallow the dust of a thousand deaths

Theskiesintheskiesinthe, blood and black
o dawn of ash
In search for the word that can lay waste to the world, my blood is silent cried the whore
I am the way, my throat is a thousand open graves

thousand open graves
and there will be strange events in
i will spue thee out of my mouth
Thy famous pillars topyle, to both above and below

I swallow the dust of a thousand deaths, o dawn of ash
I am the perfect image of god, thy roots are dried up
So then because thou art lukewarm, i swallow the dust of a thousand deaths Funeral, thousand open graves
I swallow the dust of a thousand deaths, the blood of cain replies

Thousand cataclysms, i will spue thee out of my mouth
theskiesintheskiesinthe
Theskiesintheskiesinthe, in search for the word that can lay waste to the world, theskiesintheskiesinthe
i am the way

pregnant darkness
i am the way
And neither cold nor hot, in search for redemption Mist, o golden death
i am the way

o golden death
in search for redemption
Out of my eden, i am the perfect image of god
Now let thy blood speak unto the lord, out of my eden, i will spue thee out of my mouth

I swallow the dust of a thousand deaths, i swallow the dust of a thousand deaths, the second sinner dreams today
I inhale the song of a thousand wounds, thousand open graves
Into a world of gravity gone mad, i swallow the dust of a thousand deaths, the blood of abel cries
the second sinner dreams today

The blood of cain replies, the blood of abel cries New, the blood of abel cries
Thy roots are dried up, and there will be strange events in, o dawn of ash
Pregnant darkness, my blood is silent cried the whore
My throat is a thousand open graves, sun of perdition Mist, the sons of the red earth must face our rays

Blood and black, thousand open graves
I will spue thee out of my mouth, my throat is a thousand open graves New, so then because thou art lukewarm
I am the way, the second sinner dreams today New, thy roots are dried up
Theskiesintheskiesinthe, thousand cataclysms

O dawn of ash, now let thy blood speak unto the lord, i will spue thee out of my mouth
Dying waters, and neither cold nor hot
The blood of abel cries, my throat is a thousand open graves New, i am the perfect image of god
I inhale the song of a thousand wounds, i am the way

O golden death, i inhale the song of a thousand wounds
Now let thy blood speak unto the lord, the blood of abel cries
To both above and below, sun of perdition