Instrument Songtext
von Mythmaking

My burden is to wrest a beautiful note
From under the pin of Death′s paw
For the world is unbearably silent
And its silence ferments in my jaw
For the world is full of wonder
And I am the fruit of its awe

I am calling
I am crying out
I am calling
I am crying out


For a song that devours
And a song that redeems
For a song to play
At the feet of a god
Who looks just like me

I am calling
I am crying out
I am calling
I am crying out

I will be an instrument
For him I will be