Soulmender - Afterimage

The fires of the acolytes are burning

A gathering of believers

His presence is here

The spirit resides in the

Dwelling place of His followers

The weak and the zealous

In all who believe

In all who believe

Lord you have been our dwelling place

He is the sun

The radiant guide

Revealing Himself to those who do not seek

Constantly with open arms

Obstinate people

Pursuing your own imaginations

Oh that you would burst from the heavens

And come down from your throne

How the mountains would quake in Your presence

With the spirit

Let rebuilding begin

Bestow healing

Mend our souls

Oh that you would burst from the heavens

And come down from your throne