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Suffering
In The Golden Cross
Upon Which The Rose Of The
Soul Unfoldeath
You Hear A Voice
Whispering To You,
The Sweet Breath
Fans Across Your Faith
Like A Cool Evening Breeze...
Come To Me... Come To Me...
Like A Cool Evening Breeze...
Come To Me... Come To Me...
Centuries
Pass From One To Another
Like Sands Through The Glass
I Stand Amidst The Twilight Air
Centuries
Pass From One To Another
Like Sands Through The Glass
I Stand Amidst The Twilight Air
Suffering
In The Golden Cross
Upon Which The Rose Of The
Soul Unfoldeath
You Hear A Voice
Whispering To You,
The Sweet Breath
Fans Across Your Faith
Centuries
Pass From One To Another
Like Sands Through The Glass
I Stand Amidst The Twilight Air
Centuries
Pass From One To Another
Like Sands Through The Glass
I Stand Amidst The Twilight Air
I Can Feel You
I Can See You
Take My Hand...
Show Me The Way To The Promised Land
I Can Feel You
I Can See You
Take My Hand...
Show Me The Way To The Promised Land
Centuries
Pass From One To Another
Like Sands Through The Glass
I Stand Amidst The Twilight Air