Dialect of Faith - Y La Bamba

It’s the birth of a child, hidden from them,

Hiding from the all, the northern star high

The 2 protect us all from certain,

Here comes the child made of cold

Troubles and the 7 sins

Holy savior,, from his mother’s,

Giving us a the time to speak

And then making shallow waters we wonder

With the dialect of faith,

We faced the many faces that our prison holds

Crystals from our youth carved out from our bones

Minutes from our, thorn of incompleting for the nature of our kind X 2

Crawl down from, from your mountain

Let us hear your, be,

Choose your nation, now it’s, comes

Choose your nation, there will,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.