Seared Eyes
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β±οΈ 3:16 duration
π ID: 4409378
π Lyrics
Speak hoarsely invisible King
Pour molten gold down my throat
That I may speak as you
Burn me alive to make me
A torch of illumination
Upon the sterile gardens
With seared eyes, I catch vision
In the joints of branchesβ
Legate of false trances
With charred hands of 66 legions
I waft the guerdon of odors
That have died forever
Rejoice! There is no earthly leaven!
Pour molten gold down my throat
That I may speak as you
Burn me alive to make me
A torch of illumination
Upon the sterile gardens
With seared eyes, I catch vision
In the joints of branchesβ
Legate of false trances
With charred hands of 66 legions
I waft the guerdon of odors
That have died forever
Rejoice! There is no earthly leaven!