House Of Betsaida – Calvary Death – letras

Lost in desolation seaMen with their pale facesFetind clothes, pale eyesGood man’s intentions solve nothingWhen good actions are necesseryHell is full of God intentionsEverywhere a moribund, a leper oneA child in skin and bonesLives like animalBut they born like angelsHouse of BetsaidaTen, twelve year-old childrenHave old persons featuresThey don’t cry, don’t laughThere is noReason to smileHouse of BetsaidaShe arrived to ease the painWith her sad and supplicant regardShe arrived to the house of betsaidaTo the old man incapable of expelling filiesThat surrond their woundsSucking sirtLost in a desolation seaHands that shake are disrty and coldFor cold, or lukewarm for sweatIt will give bed to poor leper andMoribund personsDead bodies willgive bed to those who will dieBut she is the QueenLost in a desolation seaHands that shake are disrty and coldFor cold, or lukewarm for sweatIt will give bed to poor leper andMoribund personsDead bodies willgive bed to those who will dieBut she is the Queen