We're torn between the life of the dead And a gasping breath, Between the resurrection and the lie Sowed by the preachers of death, Sowed by the preachers of death. I entered the house of God Drunk on the blood of Jesus. Once inside it then turned out I was praying in a house of slaughter. It's hard to resist. I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest. the lyrics were in the booklet of isles of the blest. wonderful song, my favourite on this album between "season of sacrifice" and "heaven's gate".
I rose up on golden wings Into the hands of God. I was dropped from the hands of God For praying at the grave of Jesus, Praing at the grave of Jesus. It's hard to resist. I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest. A shadow rose from far below, Covering the eyes of God. Panic spread, the world was cracked, Opening the grave of Jesus, Opening the grave of Jesus.
I rose up on golden wings Into the hands of God. I was dropped from the hands of God For praying at the grave of Jesus, Praing at the grave of Jesus. It's hard to resist. I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest. A shadow rose from far below, Covering the eyes of God. Panic spread, the world was cracked, Opening the grave of Jesus, Opening the grave of Jesus.
We're torn between the life of the dead
And a gasping breath,
Between the resurrection and the lie
Sowed by the preachers of death,
Sowed by the preachers of death.
I entered the house of God
Drunk on the blood of Jesus.
Once inside it then turned out
I was praying in a house of slaughter.
It's hard to resist.
I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest.
the lyrics were in the booklet of isles of the blest.
wonderful song, my favourite on this album between "season of sacrifice" and "heaven's gate".
I rose up on golden wings
Into the hands of God.
I was dropped from the hands of God
For praying at the grave of Jesus,
Praing at the grave of Jesus.
It's hard to resist.
I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest.
A shadow rose from far below,
Covering the eyes of God.
Panic spread, the world was cracked,
Opening the grave of Jesus,
Opening the grave of Jesus.
Great track, I only discovered Backworld a few days ago - really fantastic stuff
excellent, wish I were there.
BRILLIANT
🖤
Great!
me too
. . . *My ... gods ... I ... cannot ... even ... speak ... now.*
I rose up on golden wings
Into the hands of God.
I was dropped from the hands of God
For praying at the grave of Jesus,
Praing at the grave of Jesus.
It's hard to resist.
I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest.
A shadow rose from far below,
Covering the eyes of God.
Panic spread, the world was cracked,
Opening the grave of Jesus,
Opening the grave of Jesus.