Exist in me the fear of your judgement
Cruel is your father’s tongue
You cower from your lord’s gaze
This earth, this severed state
Disappear
Exhume your prospects
Disappear
The choir has sung your suffering
Blunt force
Wounds of Christ, gaping
Foul void
Mouth of war, waste
Speak your name
Grace
Speak your name
Speak your name
Culture, that sorrow brings
Greater end
Deliver, something else
Paralysed
Destructive
Disappear
Exhume your prospects
Disappear
The choir has sung your suffering
Wounds of Christ
Exist in me
Wounds of Christ
The choir has sung your suffering
Cruel is your father’s tongue