Like all your dreams that drift away, like hope sleeps in existence
 Your faded life will drown in tears, as it lays eternal distance
 Forgive yourself, you, desperate being...
 Substance of me...
 Forgive yourself for not being my gift I couldn't give...
 Remember and weep... and weep...
 His first promise...
 Every word baptized in lies...
 And whisper your songs into the dreams of silence
 And then hear...
 Silence, the only melody
 Solitude, your true destiny
 Symphonies, louder than your songs
 Whispers, that often bleat
 Forgive yourself, for not being my gift
 Believe in me, and I shall give...
 Bleat the christian lie... only mortals die!
 Rising up from hundred Nazarenes
 Just my whispers can bleat their sins...
 Defy the human son, dying on the cross with no powers from god.
 Whispers often bleat, defy the Nazarene
 Whispers often bleat, defenders of the creed
 Your soul and flesh has wept mortality of your god
 When you accept his death, my gift is only yours
 Only god exists...
 Only humans die...
 Creating and dissolving the gift...
 Of life...