Текст песни: The Chalice + перевод

Elizabeth,

My worship is a secret.

Loose the chalice for me,

From the tangles of your long brown hair,

Let it out.

Hand me the cruet.

It’s this moment that I speak of.

Oh, to bless my please

In the rancor of your mhyrr-stained arms.

Let me in!

Maybe I could have shown you

How my mouth is like a baby’s.

Were you ever too told

To make holy of an infant’s tongue?

Let it go,

Let it go,

Let it go,

Let it go.

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