Текст песни The Call - Heavy Hand
The Call - Heavy Hand слова песни
I feel the heavy hand of truth upon meI feel the deadly sin of prideIt separates the highest form the lowlyIt separates love from you and II hear the taunting voice of sure temptationI hear the rantings of a childAn inner voice telling me I`m nothingThe voice is mine, subject to the lieHeavy hand on heartHealing words to impartHeavy hand on my throatThis is no dreamThis is no dreamI see the haunting glow of pure surrenderA shapeless light reveals the hidden vowI can see the countless sons of thunder,With their knowing eyes circling around meI feel divisions in this crowdHeavy hand on my heartHealing word to impartHeavy hand on my throatThis is no dreamThis is no joke