Place Of Skulls - Days Of Trouble скачать mp3

Your arrows pierce me I feel pressed down My flesh has angered You And no good is found. Over my head have gone my iniquities Like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me. To You I lift my soul In days of trouble, You I call Unto You I lift my soul Evermore, never fall. I've been a fool My wounds are foul My troubles haunt me As I bow down. My heart pants and my strength, it fails me And the light in my eyes Lord, it has left me. I'm consumed by the blow of Your hand With rebuke, You correct this evil man Make me know the end of my ways And the measure of my days.