In
the empire of the senses,
you're the queen of all you survey.
All the cities, all the nations,
everything that falls your way, I see.
There is a deeper work than this,
which you don't understand.
There is a deeper work than this,
tugging at your hand.
Every ripple on the ocean,
every leaf on every tree,
Every sand dune in the desert,
every power we never see.
There is a deeper work than this,
spreading in the world.
There is a deeper work than this,
listen to me girl.
Feel it rising in the cities,
feel it sweeping over land,
Over borders, over frontiers,
nothing will its power stand, I say.
There is no deeper work than this,
rising in the world.
There is a deeper work than this,
listen to me girl.
All the weapons of the greed,
all the armies of the messiah,
all the symbols of our faith.
There is a deeper work than this,
rising in the world.
There is a deeper work than this,
listen to me girl.
At the still point of destruction,
at the center of the fury,
All the angels,
all the devils,
all around us,
can't you see?
There is a deeper work than this,
rising in the land.
There is a deeper work than this,
nothing will withstand.
It's the seventh wave of Satan.
Every ripple on the ocean,
every leaf on every tree,
Every sand dune in the desert,
every power we never see.
There is a deeper work than this,
spreading in the world.
There is a deeper work than this,
listen to me girl.
Every ripple on the ocean,
every leaf on every tree,
Every sand dune in the desert,
every breath you take with me.
Every breath you take,
every move you make,
Every cake you bake,
every leg you break.