Orphans of The Lord Lyrics

Not a single step shall be made
Nor will this soul come closer or hinter
To the temples of the world
Asking for food and shelter
Not one more breath will be taken
Nor another heartbeat heard
for this false glory
and the blind idols of pride
And never shall I taste
the blinding colours of the light
but stand right in-between them
with clear vision and sight

Place in me, the recievers of thy will

To raise the monument
of silence within
To shiver alone
in darkness and cold
Standing naked in the rain that
pours
cleansing this flesh and soul
building thy bleak temple

Insert in this flesh the recievers of thy will
By the means of hurt and pain

Not a single motion shall be made
Nor a strive towards
the light that stands
offering the rotten fruits of the world
Not one more drop of this poisoned water
will be taken
into this dry troath that sings
prayers unto the Lord

Starving for his bread
Starving for his wine

To raise the monument
of sorrow within
To tremble and shiver
in the darkness and silence
Standing alone in the tempest and storm
Come now, father, bless thy orphan children