Souls of The Unfaithfully Departed
Breathe through the heats of our desires, thy coolness and thy balm. Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire, speak through the earthquake, wind and fire. O still small voice of calm. O still small voice of calm.
Breathe through the heats of our desires, thy coolness and thy balm. Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire, speak through the earthquake, wind and fire. O still small voice of calm. O still small voice of calm.
