Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection - Sixth Communion

The cradles my head in trance
I dust from my teeth
Fleeing hands and spiders plead for
They wash the clawed feet of a

Ritual mockery doubt
I'm holding with open wide
Sleeping endless on a bed of nails
me up with your kiss

I'm for consummation
I'm waiting for
I'm waiting for
Waiting for a place to lay my down

The encasing of another soul
Buried deep 'neath the
Flourished the venom of the serpent's son
I close my eyes,

The hands lay down
On the edge of my
Sister in leper's guise
Through crimson eyes of the one
All will to see

Invocations are
To the bloody red
The circle is broken by the
A of one

Resurrection, reflection
Revelation, last
Confession,
resurrection