...out from the darkened night,
into the burning hot cleansing steam...
my weak endeavour to stay clean;
from all the filth that i've gladly taken in.
failed escape from reality;
my soul lies unwanted with a stain of sin...
i feel myself impure;
i need the cleansing;
craving for more of your love...
i feel myself unclean;
i need the cleansing;
oh, wash me clean from these stains in me...
...out from the hot burning steam,
into the frozen cold granular snow...
the filth i've seen on my way;
hasn't stain me like the evil from within.
evil deeds and words i say;
i've soiled my soul with a stain of sin...
i feel myself impure;
i need the cleansing;
craving for more of your love...
i feel myself unclean;
i need your blessing;
only you can clean these stains in me... |