Paradise Lost - Deus - Текст песни

Like I am, in awe who makes 
Like I am, in awe who saves? 

Life's golden themes unmade 
Life's golden dreams where I live for the hour 
And sentimental rage 

And all these things are made 
Will all these things remain? 

Blind hours we all embrace 
Blind hours were all replaced 
Life's golden years abstained 
Life's golden years where 
I lived for a passion 
The melancholic days 

And all these things are made 
Will all these things remain?
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