Nomad

I'm Waiting For Wind

Nomad


Forgotten eternal laws 
Bespited faith is silent 
Sculptures and temples 
Are flown round by that time 
The priest born with old sin 
Nature dies inside you 
Dust covered your face 
Get up and wake your life 
It's time to define your self 
The prayer silent in walls 
Whisper strokes my hair
I wipe truth through a fear 
I lose with my dignity 
I shut with my heart 
I miss with my senses

I am
The slave of time, vagrant of destiny, 
puppet in infirmity 
Lost joy, great abyss, lakę of sorrow 
Naked word, first dawn, eternal pain

Lost in paths of night 
Looked at my time 
You blaspheme so Innocent 
I'm waiting for wind

And he upon the cross is silent 
And cries with blood 
Blood flown Innocent

I don't drink that blood 
I don't eat that body 
If I cry, I don't listen
If he is, I stopped to believe him

Thats you move so slowly 
So precsisely consumes 
My mind and my heart 
I'm waiting for wind

And only blood is measure of justice 
And only whisper leads to truth 
Is he truth and salvation 
It's so sweet to cry in dream