Winter Shaker lyrics
by Wovenhand
[Verse 1]
The circle is vicious of
Thoughts altogether vain
Haunted by battles lost
Still living on Indian land
I clap my dirty hands
Given over to self and left
To own devices
A quaking in the person
[Chorus]
All His glory
All His glory
[Verse 2]
Deep devotion
At the bottom of the sea
Iniquity goes down like water
I have been staff struck
By a finger in the sand
[Chorus]
All His glory
All His glory
[Verse 3]
The circle is vicious [and]
Spoken behind the hand
It is the storm that brought me in