Escape To The Arms Of Lord Lyrics

Mist Escape To The Arms Of Lord

Silent tear dropped
in morbid pupil it shined
A morning mother cried
Her child lied on her arms

FLOATING....FLOATING....
Would it be better to crowl

In a corner, a sad shadowy form

Echoes a moom deep in the soul
Darkness thicken the mist babbles
In the somber night that coldly comes

CROWL....CROWL..
Would it be better to know how to fly

A deep moom out of the chest
Tears cutting the face
What is god, this dark mistery
That with his power, damned the world?

THE BODY FALLS...THE BODY FALLS....THE BODY FALLS....
THERE WILL BE A FUNERAL AND I'LL BE THERE !!