This land is ravaged,
but your mouth is wet.
You've food for the panicked,
and you speak so quick.
Diseases are fleeting…
they'll be gone when your dialogue is done.
Sorry, I am still a boy.
Forgive me, I've no voice my Lord.
Your breath is the fire we all need to live.
Redemption is scarce, but it's found on your lips.
Your breath is the fire we all need to give.
The mountains are moving… so remove your limbs.
Now that we are grown,
we have a world to own.
When we are alone, we may be crippled,
but we are whole.
Your breath is the fire we all need to live.
Redemption is scarce, but it's found on your lips.
Your breath is the fire we all need to give.
The mountains are moving…so remove your limbs.
Throw prayer to the wind.