Like all your dreams that drift away, like hope sleeps in existence
Your faded life will drown in tears, as it lays eternal distance
Forgive yourself, you, desperate being
Substance of me
Forgive yourself for not being my gift I couldn't give
Remember and weep and weep
His first promise
Every word baptized in lies
And whisper your songs into the dreams of silence
And then hear
Silence, the only melody
Solitude, your true destiny
Symphonies, louder than your songs
Whispers, that often bleat
Forgive yourself, for not being my gift
Believe in me, and I shall give
Bleat the christian lie only mortals die!
Rising up from hundred Nazarenes
Just my whispers can bleat their sins
Defy the human son, dying on the cross with no powers from god
Whispers often bleat, defy the Nazarene
Whispers often bleat, defenders of the creed
Your soul and flesh has wept mortality of your god
When you accept his death, my gift is only yours
Only god exists
Only humans die
Creating and dissolving the gift
Of life