Slipping Through The Hands Of God — текст песни (Eighteen Visions)

tears fill my eyes.
tears of sorrow as i watch the rosewood heal from the hole i just burned.
bow down. this ugly scar will mend itself again,
but when will its figure die?
pierced through the heart.
i watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life.
i depict eighteen visions for its demise.
not even water can bring back two thousand years of life i`ve watched die.
rise to your glory on the third day.
you are not my christ.
rise. utopia.
damned to hell.
i rest this figure of ideal perfection.
there will be no funeral for this profane existence.
always on the left hand path.