Lyrics The Gospel Reading - Woe Unto Me

The Gospel Reading

Every sigh, either stir makes me suffer
My spirit turns away, outness
Instead of crying, dying, silence
Desires were crushed by realness
Your impresses are overgrown by flowers
Your breath transforms darkness into light
Forest parts for your feelings
You are molder of such paradise
Silence has broken your reverie
Eyes were opened by mysterious force
That warns against absorption
Of your dreams by rality