Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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The chime won't drown out the bells
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Divine whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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It's a pity not everyone hears, otherwise
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Honored that God's law from time immemorial
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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The chime won't drown out the bells
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Divine whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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It's a pity not everyone hears, otherwise
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Honored that God's law from time immemorial
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Prayer icons lift up
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And pray to God for us,
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But sometimes they have murderers and sin in front of them
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They won't leave him at the same time.
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Ah, if icons could speak
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Then they would say exactly like this:
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If you continue to sin
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There will be judgment in the next world, you will be persecuted
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And you will not be forgiven, you did not follow Christ
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So you want to go to heaven, being an executioner
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For what you have done, you will be incinerated
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Maybe then you bow to the Devil?
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How much poison was heard within these walls
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How much human grief they absorbed into themselves
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Myrrh-streaming icons in their whispering lips
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Temple domes sparkle in the skies
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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The chime won't drown out the bells
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Divine whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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It's a pity not everyone hears, otherwise
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Honored that God's law from time immemorial
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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The chime won't drown out the bells
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Divine whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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It's a pity not everyone hears, otherwise
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Honored that God's law from time immemorial
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But they sin before her, spewing whining
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Greedily inhaling the smell of femiam
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, and face from her
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Without knowing simple truths, so many parishioners
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Though the creation of human hands,
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But something hides that canvas
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Pitiful, in the glare, his own reflection
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We see, in the soul, as before, it is dark
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And then the candles fell, and the angels sang to them
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Incense called the bell towers on you
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Humility, did not want to live
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What will they say at the gate, God forgive me, but not you
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And all the nights twinkle, the saints are gilded
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Hands dripping from wax candles
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Drowning in sins, as if in a swamp
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On the eve of the dead, I will place relatives
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How much poison was heard within these walls
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How much human grief they absorbed into themselves
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Myrrh-streaming icons in their whispering lips
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Temple domes sparkle in the skies
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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The chime won't drown out the bells
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Divine whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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It's a pity not everyone hears, otherwise
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Honored that God's law from time immemorial
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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The chime won't drown out the bells
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Divine whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons
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Whisper of icons, whisper of icons, whisper
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It's a pity not everyone hears, otherwise
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Honored that God's law from time immemorial |