A Nightbird's Gospel - Sons Of Seasons

I exorcize, I soothe

Your spirit’s haze, its wounds

Out of coal I carve a diamond

Conduct your transcendence

Well, you won’t make it instantly

My trade’s not based on amenity

This is his light, his call

Delightful we do our chores

You belong to me

Sing the gospels with me

Learn to believe in what I say

Prophets, disciples

Sinners and saints

We reinstate the fallen God

Hope for the lost ones

Poor and the blind

For us he was bleeding

So I’m spreading his seed

Have a bite

It tastes alright

Good fun to worship my case

Old rites we put aside

This is real, can’t you feel?

God’s show tonight

This is his light, his call

Delightful we do our chores

You belong to me

Sing the gospels with me

Learn to believe in what I say

Prophets, disciples

Sinners and saints

We reinstate the fallen God

Prophets, disciples

Sinners and saints

You belong to me

Sing the gospels with me

Learn to believe in what I say

Son, so I shall wake you

To taste sweet absolution

Rest in blissful peace