Oculus
The eyes of life.
Do they not burn you?
The sin of birth.
Does it not deliver you?
The hands of god.
Will they not restrain you?
So through her eyes my soul shall burn.
So sin I shall be delivered.
So the hands, They shall restrain me.
And life I shall endure.
The eyes of life.
Do they not burn you?
The sin of birth.
Does it not deliver you?
The hands of god.
Will they not restrain you?
So through her eyes my soul shall burn.
So sin I shall be delivered.
So the hands, They shall restrain me.
And life I shall endure.
