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Sunday Peak

Musik by From A Secret Place
Lyrics by Wolf Morrison

Darker than a raven's wing against a starless sky,
The Shadow of His Passing renders even Angels blind

And amidst the chaos of the ruin He leaves behind,
Are wicked portents written in The Blood of the Divine

This Broken Soul wholeness seeks,
As the chill of winter longs for the warmth of spring
And love is blind, or so they say, but for the spurned so, too, is rage

Powerful and Ravenous, He destroys without regard
Anything which does not bear the blemish of His mark

Relentless, in His fury, He now seeks to tear apart
This world which He finds balanced on the fulcrum of Her heart

As bitterness makes all men weak, so innocence endows with strength
And as we sow, thus shall we reap that which each brings to the feast:

The chaff of war, the fruits of peace, our fragile hopes and broken dreams
All paths to the same end lead, for they arise from the same seed