The sun’s your dress
The moon’s beneath your feet.
And upon your head
- immortality.
Domination and reign,
persecution and pain
for those who stay.
I’m always, all days, in all ways with you.
While we are drifting and falling away.
Can’t you see?
The sin’s her dress
The world lies at her feet
The silk of crimson red
- idolatry.
The blood of the saints
seduces, betrays
and leads us astray.
I’m always, all days, in all ways with you
While we are drifting and falling away
I’m feeling, I’m feeling, I’m feeling it’s true
The world is drifting and falling away…
Faint lines.
Great signs.
Born in
the end tmes
I’m always, all days, in all ways with you…
