Текст песни
Vox clamantis in deserto
I built a monastery inside my chest
To house the ghost that failed the test
The walls are flesh, the roof is bone
And God is just a rolling stone
Kyrie Kyrie
This is not a kingdom
This is not a creed
This is just the echo
Of a silent seed
You burned the heretics, I burned my name
We play the same but different game
Your cross of gold, my cross of dust
Both of them crumble — both of them rust
This is not a kingdom
This is not a creed
This is just the echo
Of a silent seed
Media vita in morte sumus
The louder the sermon — the smaller the faith
Vox clamantis in deserto
Vox clamantis
Deserto
