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I've heard your voice, an ancient word
An invocation for an empty world
I had a thousand names, I'm everything
Thus I'm the matter and the drive within
The grains of solitude I plant into the minds
To let them bud
As the hour will come they'll do the same as one
Your will be done
A feathered serpent on a breaking wave
From beyond the spheres I've taken shape
I had a thousand names, I have no end
With incessant hunger for blood of men
The grains of solitude I plant into the minds
To let them bud
As the hour will come they'll do the same as one
Your will be done
Your will be done!
The evidence I found was far enough to know
When I've been in you
The bitterness I found was far enough to know
When I've been in you, o-o-oh
The grains of solitude I plant into the minds
To let them bud
As the hour will come they'll do the same as one
Your will be done
Adventi ajándék Nektek!
