Coptic Rain - Lured Appeal lyrics

To you, oh Lord I'm stretching my hands With this aching body I'm dealing between life and d**h No long days to suffer, No sharpened knifes And no sleepless hunger… Remember that my lost condition Caused dear Lord thy mortal mission Spear my soul, that day's perdition... No more sorrow, no more tears A fadding tomorrow Pale white lights expecting to hug me Dressed in shadows and lost I roam to you I turn to To you I turn to To ease my destiny I seek... All my prayers deserve thy spurning Yet thy eyes of pity burning With the ship of my salvation And thy rise be my station In this awful separation...