Forty Days

The frozen desert presents me with lure
Pleasure, power and wealth
The gifts I don't accept, the adore I don't request
Your words are made of stains... deceiving
A black heart spilling blood towards my face
I'm far from being misguided by this venom

You offer lies...
Treasures and kingdoms
Increase the doubt of the weak
My league is against you
My axe is made of divine virtue
My heart is made of divine virtue

On these forty days I embrace the rituals of the soul
Find the wandering spirits waiting lost
Listen to promises in the peak of a mountain
Every day I praise the pact I made
Uncorrupted heart, the Demiurge's Eye

"Man shall not live by bread alone
But by every word that comes from the mouth of God
He will command his angels concerning you
On their hands they will bear you up
Lest you strike your foot against a stone
The land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali
The way of the sea
Beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles
The people dwelling in darkness have seen a great light
And for those dwelling in the region and shadow of death
On them a light has dawned"



Credits
Writer(s): Filipe Correia
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