The light conquers the darkness Where the divine blood flows This is the source of the Truth And the Eternal Glory It awakes in my mind...everyday...
cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would Betroth She feared the light So when she fell like a sinner to vice Under austere
, like a bastard child born under a briar Oh to be, oh to be, oh to be a liar I've been courted by saints and by sinners who all know the things that
more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere
