A downfall of abomination
From amber skies to black clouds
None have been chosen, so all are slain
I cradle past memories of glory

Rememberance always fails to compromise

Without your touch, my emotions burn red
Desires tearing at my tongue
A mask of lust binds your face to my flesh
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Ithout Your Touch Lyrics

Nehemiah – Ithout Your Touch Lyrics