What Sage Could Not Cleanse letra

Late at night when the moons arise
And I can’t be bothered to sleep
I decide to roam

This faithful path on the way to the church
Where the leaves have started to wilt
I am not my own

Go!
Pray!

I know the air is thin
Believe me
I know all of your sins

You arise in the middle of the night
In a panic with a fever and a sweat
He has arrived

Clutching your fists and grinding your teeth
But it’s not effective for your fate
Your fate is now

Go!
Pray!

The Mosaic Window - Letras

• Comatic Burial
• Consumed By a Thought
• Demon
• Demystifying The Eyes Of Jupiter
• Furnace
• Hollow
• Nails of Holy Origin
• Spiritual Intoxication
• Swansong For The Infertile Earth
• The Haunting That Follows
• Transfixed With Rapture
• What Sage Could Not Cleanse