A.M.E.S. - A Spirit De Septin Corpus lyrics

Every breeze is the last breath of a glady dying god a spirit de septin corpus we speak of true evil based not far behind us aforce soon will come laying bloody waste to all in their path well, bones without you are doomed a creature of the wild and nothing more use your tongue / for more than lapping blood beside we have failed with his first born as you release that which we have created in love and hope we are more than a human you were only a man with no wings to spread when you have just / taught me the meaning of such loss / our blood will live on