The First Lie - Schizm 2004

Four faces hide in front of glance my.
Angelic wings fall into dust.
You will not hold back four winds of the earth .
Angelic wings fall into dust.

And next hide face with sun rise.
Birth-mark of servant in eyes my.
Voice long ago forgotten covenant.
Birth-mark of servant in eyes my.

Birth-mark of servant...

There is not me among thousands' - look!
I do not stand in front of throne and in front of lamb.
I do not fall on face - I do not take a bow.
Salvation - there is not palm in hand my.

In blood - in own blood I rinsed garment my.
In redemption I stay silent.
You remember? Hunger and thirst - here what I bring.
At sources of life I stand - tears are salty your.

In silence seal seventh I will unlock.
And seven angels on altar.
And the weak flame of prayer.
In silence in front of you.