Within Spanish Hands She Prays

There is nothing without his breath in my air May his eyes always light my life until darkness overwhelms my flesh May my soul sit with you forever There is nothing I cannot bring forth You are my offering, my sacrifice, my lamb of giants The future is my fortitude And my foundation is your mind May you guide me into wisdom and grace Finally we are beyond the bridge Crossing over into our glory Laid to Rest, For A Long Time Angel de guerra where is your shadow over me? Have you forgotten your children? Lift us higher then the towers of Babel Bring them to ruin, into the soil, into the seas The rivers ring loud and the mountains watch over me Bring me forth into the pastures of peace Arise young warriors your bosom is beneath me Bow on and lift your eyes toward the revelry For war is at hand and the mighty will steer My dear bother Yeshu may you guide us there Hang us over like dried loin cloths that we my burn out bear Let us bleed out the salvation of my people and win over fear Bury, burn and build roots in the graveyard sanctuaries The steeples are empty and their fridges are full of fiction Beneath their warring riots they rot inside closed doors