Winter Shaker Lyrics

The circle is vicious of
Thoughts altogether vain
Haunted by battles lost
Still living on Idian land
I clap my dirty hands
Given over to self and left
To own devices
A quaking in the person

All his glory
All his glory

Deep devotion
At the bottom of the sea
Iniquity goes down like water
I have been staff struck
By a finger in the sand

All his glory
All his glory

This circle is vicious
Spoken behind the hand
It is the storm
That brought me in

Hallelujah
Hallelujah