Even The Spirits Are Afraid Lyrics - The Gathering

You think you were earning 

Burning the church of your god 

You were yearning 

Learning the birth of your dirt 

Did you think you earned it 

Burning your god 

That you thought messed up your life? 

You spill red 

On my cloudy carpet 

You think you were earning 

Burning the church of your god 

You were yearning 

Learning the birth of your dirt 

Did you think you earned it 

Burning your god 

That you thought messed up your life? 

You spill red 

On my cloudy carpet 

Your skin turns dust 

On my cloudy carpet 

You think 

You were earning 

Burning 

Your skin turns dust 

No more you were yearning 

Burning 

Burning 

Your skin turns dust 

Your skin turns to dust 

When holding it close to the sun 

And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun 

It burns the skin 

It burns the skin 

It burns the skin 

[Anneke van Giersbergen]