The last Hour

Anotace: o době v neurčité budoucnosti...

we are falling into darkness

the last Hour is breathing on the frozen window-pane

the time is becoming bloody coloured and

incoming obscurity steals me strength

which I had by day

eyes which could see before

are clouding over now

mind which was free before

is beeing shackled now

I´m skreaming

I´m shouting

I´m crying

please come and turn on light

let me stand firmly

let me be able to stand in this dark age

when the land is covered to darkness and depression

let me stand firmly

for I still know, that the triumph will be Yours

the holiness is Your being

dip your lintels in the blood of the Lamb!

the angel of death is coming for his children

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ěščřžýáíéůžščřcjďťň... toho si nevšímejte, oni by mi to tu nezobrazili bez diakritiky... :-)