Limb: Diasporas by Callisto
Separation from the body of Christ.
Town divided in numerous districts.
The globe all covered be wanderers. They roam with no direction.
The holy land, the promised land - your time will come and they will be returned.
Attach us to your graceful limbs, the pierced palms.
Should our ways diverge, we will be doomed to our deadly fate.
- Limb: Diasporas Lyrics