Eighteen Visions

Eighteen Visions - Slipping through the hands of God lyrics

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Just burned.
Bow down.
This ugly scar will mend itself again,
but when will its figure die?
Pierced through the heart.
I watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life.
I depict eighteen visions for its demise.
Not even water can bring back two thousand years of life i`ve watched die.
Rise to your glory on the third day.
You are not my christ.
Rise. 
Utopia.
Damned to hell.
I rest this figure of ideal perfection.
There will be no funeral for this profane existence.
Always on the left hand path.
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Trustkill Records

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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