"We are left with silent sorrow
No tomorrow. Lost, unknown
Until You hear me screaming out now
For Your love, for Your love, Your love

You're counting down my sins, each one a grain of sand
That's filling up a desert as you hold them in your hand
You carry it away and bear it all alone
Every sin You've taken as Your own"

Wolves At The Gate. "No Tomorrow". Eulogies.

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