Backworld
Backworld - Leaving The Isles Of The Blest lyrics
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I rose up on golden wings into the hands of God I was dropped from the hands of God Praying at the grave of Jesus Praying at the grave of Jesus It's hard to resist I'm leaving the isles of the blessed The 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 We're torn between the life of the dead And a gasping breath Between the resurrection and the lie Sold by the preachers of death Sold by the preachers of death La la la la la la We're torn between the life of the dead And a gasping breath Between the resurrection and the lie Sold by the preachers of death Sold by the preachers of death
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