Diamoth - Solace

Solace


From the dying and tortured thoughts
A voice breaks the silence
Full of the spirit of God
Rising up from ashes

Sometimes I felt bushed
In the battle with demons
But a mysterious force
Renews my strenght

Solace for wounds, your word brings peace
Renews my thoughts, take my disorders
Solace in words, written by the will of God
Renews my thoughts, renews my whole life

Twisted dreams into my mind
A force I can't control
A past that comes and goes
Save me from my own hell

I struggle with all my strenght
Is not enough
I need your coverage
Every day and every night

I see the greedy faces of demons waiting to enter
To the doors of my mind
A war with ghosts, past and hallucinations
But I take the refuge in your word

In Christ we are more than conquerors

I see the greedy faces of demons waiting to enter
To the doors of my mind
A war with ghosts

In Christ we are...
In Christ we are...
In Christ we are...
In Christ we are...

More than conquerors
More than conquerors
More than conquerors
More than conquerors