Sons of seasons - Nightbird's Gospel

I exorcize, I soothe
Your spirit's haze, its wounds
Out of coal I carve a diamond
Conduct your transcendence

Well, you won't make it instantly
My trade's not based on amenity

This is his light, his call
Delightful we do our chores

CHORUS:
You belong to me
Sing the gospels with me
Learn to believe in what I say

Prophets, disciples
Sinners and saints
We reinstate the fallen God

Hope for the lost ones
Poor and the blind
For us he was bleeding
So I'm spreading his seed

Have a bite
It tastes alright
Good fun to worship my case
Old rites we put aside

This is real, can't you feel?
God's show tonight

This is his light, his call
Delightful we do our chores

CHORUS:
You belong to me
Sing the gospels with me
Learn to believe in what I say

Prophets, disciples
Sinners and saints
We reinstate the fallen God

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Prophets, disciples
Sinners and saints

CHORUS:
You belong to me
Sing the gospels with me
Learn to believe in what I say

Son, so I shall wake you
To taste sweet absolution
Rest in blissful peace