Bathsheba - Manifest

Текст песни

From within the wounds of my mind
Arises the thunder called ‘I'
The stars are but thistles in the sky
I was conceived of a jackal
You pain is but a splinter on the cross child
Thy will be done, for this is the Sanhedrin of the Sabbath
I will be so powerful, no need to take on a form
Casting spells upon the weak. No need to believe
Speak the words out loud. A manifest of space and time
A manifest of life, my Satan dances with his devil
He is my human bloodhound, deeply attracted by the scent of my darkness