I approach head reared. Specter most feared
You who hold the visions of the next year and next year
Being all-knowing, cold, foreboding
Unfolding secrets of darkness closing
The unholy presence of a great beyond
Hexing lexicon of Christmases yet to come
I am set upon to consequences yet undone
But provided acquiescence then their presence undone
But why must I come to this graceless place
Amidst the graves and waste and the dirts embrace
The suffocating dread of what the dead must face
Without a single passing praise of the paths I've paved
The shedded tears of respected peers
When I retire from my lending after fifty years
Surely, your future is enough forgiving
To respectfully provide for my honest living
What have I to do with this ancient suffering?
What with business with me when they business with nothing?
What is your intent to bring me here from my bed?
What have I to do with the still of the dead?
Who is it who lies uneasy beneath me?
Perhaps you can bring him up here now to greet me?
No harsh words linger still in their head
What have I to do with the ill and the dead?
Radzwilla - Christmas Yet To Come (Part 1) Lyrics
Radzwilla - Christmas Yet To Come (Part 1) Lyrics
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I approach head reared. Specter most feared
You who hold the visions of the next year and next year
Being all-knowing, cold, foreboding
Unfolding secrets of darkness closing
The unholy presence of a great beyond
Hexing lexicon of Christmases yet to come
I am set upon to consequences yet undone
But provided acquiescence then their presence undone
But why must I come to this graceless place
Amidst the graves and waste and the dirts embrace
The suffocating dread of what the dead must face
Without a single passing praise of the paths I've paved
The shedded tears of respected peers
When I retire from my lending after fifty years
Surely, your future is enough forgiving
To respectfully provide for my honest living
What have I to do with this ancient suffering?
What with business with me when they business with nothing?
What is your intent to bring me here from my bed?
What have I to do with the still of the dead?
Who is it who lies uneasy beneath me?
Perhaps you can bring him up here now to greet me?
No harsh words linger still in their head
What have I to do with the ill and the dead?
You who hold the visions of the next year and next year
Being all-knowing, cold, foreboding
Unfolding secrets of darkness closing
The unholy presence of a great beyond
Hexing lexicon of Christmases yet to come
I am set upon to consequences yet undone
But provided acquiescence then their presence undone
But why must I come to this graceless place
Amidst the graves and waste and the dirts embrace
The suffocating dread of what the dead must face
Without a single passing praise of the paths I've paved
The shedded tears of respected peers
When I retire from my lending after fifty years
Surely, your future is enough forgiving
To respectfully provide for my honest living
What have I to do with this ancient suffering?
What with business with me when they business with nothing?
What is your intent to bring me here from my bed?
What have I to do with the still of the dead?
Who is it who lies uneasy beneath me?
Perhaps you can bring him up here now to greet me?
No harsh words linger still in their head
What have I to do with the ill and the dead?
Writer: Michael Radzwilla
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