Leaving the Isles of the Blest Songtext
von Backworld

I rose up on golden wings
Into the hands of God
I was dropped from the hands of God
For praying at the grave of Jesus

Praying at the grave of Jesus
It′s hard to resist
I'm leaving the isles of the blest

A shadow rose from far below
Covering the eyes of God
Panic spread, the world was cracked
Opening the grave of Jesus

Opening the grave of Jesus
It′s hard to resist
I'm leaving the isles of the blest


We're torn between the life of the dead
And the gasping breath
Between the resurrection and the lie
Sowed by the preachers of death
Sowed by the preachers of death

I entered the house of God
Drunk on the blood of Jesus
Once inside it then turned out
I was praying in a house of slaughter

Drunk on the blood of Jesus
It′s hard to resist
I′m leaving the isles of the blest

We're torn between the life of the dead
And the gasping breath
Between the resurrection and the lie
Sowed by the preachers of death
Sowed by the preachers of death