Consolamentum Songtext
von Thinking Plague
Consolamentum Songtext
Place your hands on this body,
That it be ready when morning brings
The end of days.
Consolamentumthe world cannot touch me
Now.
This flesh is not a temple,
Rather a prison cell.
Now, we cast it off.
ConsolamentumI hear the hammers bang
...morning comes
Consolamentumthe fires light the way.
That it be ready when morning brings
The end of days.
Consolamentumthe world cannot touch me
Now.
This flesh is not a temple,
Rather a prison cell.
Now, we cast it off.
ConsolamentumI hear the hammers bang
...morning comes
Consolamentumthe fires light the way.
Writer(s): Mike Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
