is unseen Faith overcomes, faith is sincere Faith as a shield Faith as righteousness Being sure of what is hoped for Certain of what is unseen Faith
is unseen Faith overcomes, faith is sincere Faith as a shield Faith as rightousness Being sure of what is hoped for Certain of what is unseen Faith in
Traduzione: Living Sacrifice. Unseen.
now As they walk unseen Spirits Now you'll learn We are the gods and we open the portal of Hell So, be it! Look on this sacrifice Dark lord Grant us
don't you agree that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice
Down in the valley on a midwinter's night walks The Crone, unseen my human kind Her weary heart longing for rest Her eyes saw too much of sorrow and grief
it for Your glory Lord I offer my days to You Lifting my praise to You as a pleasing sacrifice Lord I offer You my life Things in the past, things yet unseen
agree that you never fail when you try I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live And I over stand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice In order
from the truth of reality The Lord is aware of their futile thoughts Occupying the bones envy slowly rots For season their conspiracy goes unseen but
angel-sent. Her eyes so blue, my hate relents. Her destiny is in my hands. She was born to rule these desert lands. [A sacrifice. ( Vocals Mike: ) I
A vision, a call In times before my fall In life before I became I dreamed I was insane I saw the unseen I heard the unheard I rode the sky above the
terrible serpents Who careth not for his own cult of worshippers Seker, ancient and dead Primeval master of the world below Remaineth unwitnessed, unseen
the machine Pyramids in the sky, playing out their cosmic games Rulers of us all, forever cursed we live in pain Cursed-we live in pain... The creator
Down in the valley on a midwinter's night walks _The_Crone, unseen by human kind _Her_ weary heart longing for rest _Her_ eyes saw too much of sorrow
hand was alway there to guide me Memories are digging, crawling for an end Gifts from the unseen, the little boy was, smiling, living, changing In a
Guarded by Terrible Serpents. Who Careth Not for His Own Cult of Worshippers. Seker. Ancient and Dead. Primeval Master of the World Below. Remaineth Unwitnessed, Unseen
