Sunder

Vapor's forming

And now I see right behind my eyes

If the old you could tell me

If the old you could tell me

A win is a win

But a loss is the death of a twin and we borrow

And we borrow

Forming vapors

Behind my eyes

And now I see right behind my eyes

In the words of a prophet

Sunder

In the shape of the first and last

Sunder

In the springs of the church of sin

Sunder

In the blood of the hands that last

Sunder (In the blood of the hands that last)

Does a lock seek erosion?

Does a loss seek revenge of sin?

Right behind my eye

We borrowed from the page of saint Maurice

Named the mountain an Egyptian saint

Drank the water from the church of springs

Does a loss seek revenge of sin?

Right behind my eye

Is there blood in the court?

Is there blood in the ceiling?

Do we need to be still?

Do we need your dominion?

Is there blood in the court?

Is there blood in the ceiling?

Do we need to be still?

Do we need to be still?

Is there blood in the court?

Is there blood in the ceiling?

Do we need to be still?

Do we need your dominion? (Do we need to be still?)