Lured Appeal lyrics

To you, oh Lord

I'm stretching my hands

With this aching body

I'm dealing between life and death

No long days to suffer

No sharpened knifes

And no sleepless hunger…

Remember that my lost condition

Caused dear Lord thy mortal mission

Spear my soul, that day's perdition...

No more sorrow, no more tears

A fadding tomorrow

Pale white lights expecting to hug me

Dressed in shadows and lost I roam

To you I turn to

To you I turn to

To ease my destiny

I seek...

Remember that my lost condition

Caused dear Lord thy mortal mission

Spear my soul, that day's perdition...

All my prayers deserve thy spurning

Yet thy eyes of pity burning

With the ship of my salvation

And thy rise be my station

In this awful separation...

• Artist:Coptic Rain
• Album:Dies Irae (1993)