Letras:
Corpus Christii A Feast For Crows

Beyond the source of this wretched decay. Beyond the force of what pushes away, underneath and behind... Everything that you see. Behind the walls so

been told we have to buy your lies. But all that will gain us are things that we can't take with us when we die. Your narrow perception, a weakened device

Our wisdom is the raving of fools. Our knowledge is partial and full of holes. What can you offer me that I could never lose? This is my offering. A

the meek. You've turned a nation of warriors into a herd of voiceless sheep. Shepherds in sheep's clothing. We should be more than conquerors, not a herd

Son, I am the three who are one. My eyes are open for the first time As I taste you in the air. I can see you for the first time. For the first time.