Holy

Whisperings, call me again
Voices, that cause me pain
Even at night, i feel the fear
Reflecting on my soul, in a, in a tears

Running out of the way, hiding from the light
I became deaf and blind out of crying
Hell is my fate, no turning back
They make me believe
And i sleep
And i sleep

Wake up and call me again
Because there is a God in your life
That the cross washed me
And it was his son

As his son
As his son
My old self was crucified with him
As his son (as his son)
As his son (as his son)
My old self was crucified with him
As his son (as his son)
As his son (as his son)
My old self was crucified with him

See him risen tô the sky
And will not die
Was his son (was his son)
Was his son (was his son)
My old self was crucified with him
Was his son (was his son)
Was his son (was his son)
My old self was crucified with him
Was his son

I searched, and i prayed (and i prayed)
Without the old pain
One for all, and was i searching for
And i prayed (and i prayed)
He is holy