Lyrics A Nightbird's Gospel - Sons Of Seasons

A Nightbird's Gospel

I exorcize, I soothe
Your spirit’s haze, its wounds
Out of coal I carve a diamond
Conduct your transcendence
Well, you won’t make it instantly
My trade’s not based on amenity
This is his light, his call
Delightful we do our chores
You belong to me
Sing the gospels with me
Learn to believe in what I say
Prophets, disciples
Sinners and saints
We reinstate the fallen God
Hope for the lost ones
Poor and the blind
For us he was bleeding
So I’m spreading his seed
Have a bite
It tastes alright
Good fun to worship my case
Old rites we put aside
This is real, can’t you feel?
God’s show tonight
This is his light, his call
Delightful we do our chores
You belong to me
Sing the gospels with me
Learn to believe in what I say
Prophets, disciples
Sinners and saints
We reinstate the fallen God
Prophets, disciples
Sinners and saints
You belong to me
Sing the gospels with me
Learn to believe in what I say
Son, so I shall wake you
To taste sweet absolution
Rest in blissful peace