Wisdom; The Gateway Of Liberty letra

My soul longs for you lord in this dry and weary land
Fill this vessel for your fame

Beaten and bruised by those i once called friend
You are god of my strength, i will not mourn
Wisdom and truth i seek from you
If this tree bears fruit i give it back to you

Make my motives pure and my heart steadfast

Lead me by your will, in you i will hope
What hope is there? there is but one

I do not possess the will to follow on my own
Only with your aid can i achieve your plan for me
I do not possess the will to follow on my own

Wisdom and truth i seek from you
If this tree bears fruit i give it back to you
My hands have toiled through thistle and thorn

The Burial - Letras

• Apathy And Petition
• Death Conquered
• Delegation Of The Seven Plagues
• Demons Never Sleep
• En-hakkore
• Erchomai
• Idle Hands
• In The Taking of Flesh: Diakonos
• In The Taking of Flesh: Theanthropos
• Intercessor
• Intro
• Itching Ears
• Lights
• Monolith
• Of Jasper And Carnelian...
• Pearls; The Frailty Of Matter
• Perfections
• Reconciliation
• Salt And Wrath
• Seed
• Serpent's Tongue
• Shackles And Embers
• Soothesayer
• The Winepress
• Thou Knowest
• Wisdom; The Gateway Of Liberty
• Wretched Restless Forms