5. Transfusion of Grace (6:35)
My lunar eyelids close eclipsing the sun
My thoughts are a thousand I start to go numb
A surge of despair drawn in like a sponge
Collapsed to a crawl emotional plunge
A fickle trickle a chill down my spine
Sin reaping sorrow a killer refined
A victim of sorts as the body contorts
And I cry as I lie in the blood of the blind
...Your whisper comes soft as fur
Renewing my mind...
Entranced in the Spirit you run in my veins
Transfusion of Grace
My thoughts are a thousand I start to go numb
A surge of despair drawn in like a sponge
Collapsed to a crawl emotional plunge
A fickle trickle a chill down my spine
Sin reaping sorrow a killer refined
A victim of sorts as the body contorts
And I cry as I lie in the blood of the blind
...Your whisper comes soft as fur
Renewing my mind...
Entranced in the Spirit you run in my veins
Transfusion of Grace
Bestir EP - Lyrics
| 1. Dies Irae Lyrics | 2. Inmost Craving Lyrics |
| 3. Fallen from the Fold Lyrics | 4. Reconciled unto the Divine Lyrics |
| ▶ 5. Transfusion of Grace Lyrics |
Bestir EP - Album Credits
Other staff
- Ben Walker : Recording
- Charles Powell : Mixing, Mastering
