Letra da Música Lord - I Lay My Life In Thy Hands de Hidden In The Fog

The end of your tribe for it shall die.
Blown in time... fading in timeless time.
The pale twelfth moon looms in this black-feathered night
- to him upon the wolves howl their nocturnal hymns.
Being the ghostly ruler of the majestic nightsky...
Standing, reigning, the enlightment of my black heart is nigh.

Hope for blessed immortality.
Not worth a shortest glance, not able to live your own life.
You crawl in dust.

You're weak - i am not.
You pray - i'll never do.
I am supreme.

You search for strength but there's none to find.
Your eyes are sightless, blinded by the lies.