Текст песни Haste the Day - Travesty

You cover me

I am spent
And with death You paid my ransom
For the witness of Your word
To bring them in the jackal's sin

Oh, the eyes of death are upon me
And the watchman takes his toll
If the river runs dry
It will never take us home

With idle minds we prove unconscious
As the hunter stalks his prey
His eyes, his eyes are locked on me

You cover the darkest part of me
With a look that's sure to set the captives free

Oh, make way for I am not the redeemer
Nor do the mountains fall in my name
But with slightest cry, my hunter
You will fail to reach your prey

Still with idle minds unconscious
As the hunter stalks his prey
His eyes, his eyes are locked on me

You cover the darkest part of me
With a look that's sure to set the captives free
With love that the blindest eyes will see
You cover the darkest part of me

As I am met with travesty
And I am broken and I am empty
And through it all I can see Your face

With words unspoken I hear Your voice
And I see the hand, the hand that writes it all
You've called the wind to show its worth
You've called the sun to brag about its warmth

Because You are the writer
Because You are the soul of the world

You cover the darkest part of me
With a look that's sure to set the captives free
With love that the blindest eyes will see
You cover the darkest part of me

Because You are the writer
Because You are the writer