Emerge - Silent Planet

Faceless bodies, abstracted and dissected

Torrid tongues tasting blood to cure their curse

Oppression is their language

Shifting shades, illusions in the desert

The Twilight of the Idols is at hand

In the quiet, you’ll hear us cry out

To the stars I plead my case

Yet the heavens seem quiescent

Entropy: perforate my senses

Devolving from dust into dust

But you won’t relent until our every desert is filled with water

And His love came down!

O Cristo Domine Jesu

And His love came down!

O Cristo Domine Jesu

And it rescued me!

O Cristo Domine Jesu

And I believe

I believe