Huesos Secos
Exousia
Dry Bones
(Ezekiel 37)
Mercy....mercy
Putrid atmosphere
dry blood in the east
there's nothing but death
in this decaying valley.
Chorus:
Raise dry bones
raise dry bones.
SPIRIT OF GOD blow
from the four winds,
release my people enough.
There's no time left, it's the end
the world no longer shines
receive his SPIRIT today
he will resurrect you.
Chorus:
Raise dry bones
raise dry bones.
Crusts covering your bones
crusts of lies and betrayal
dragging suffering and curse
your cold face of death is.
There's no time left, it's the end
the world no longer shines
receive his SPIRIT today
he will resurrect you.
