Broken dust falls from our hands to the grasp of eternity...
eat it all till nothings left to consume but your own flesh...
and from the birth of Jonah...
ninety-nine names carved into hands of clay carry our liberation.
Broken dust falls from our hands to the grasp of eternity...
eat it all till nothings left to consume but your own flesh...
and from the birth of Jonah...
ninety-nine names carved into hands of clay carry our liberation.