Wild Heart - Wolves At the Gate

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Embed: A liar, a thief is what had marked my soul.
Thought lying and stealing would make me feel whole.

Neck deep in the water's grave without a thought or realization of my dying need.
I cannot, can't keep back the coming wave for I see it coming swiftly for, for which I cry and plead.

None had taught such wickedness from the start.
In deed, in thought. My heart was tearing apart.
In vain I fought, hoping this pain would depart.
Still no one could tame this wild heart.

The ocean's deep and thick.
My lungs are filling quick.
I scream and flail and kick.
For my heart is truly sick.

I feel the end is near.
Choked up by waves of fear.
Distant, you seem unclear.
Until the Savior nears.

Cut through the night.
My curse and my plight.
Blinded by light. Holy in white.
My heart didn't fight. Heart didn't fight.
Crushed by the sight.

Shame had taught.
Of all my sin in disgrace.
In love you sought, to bring me to your embrace.
My life was bought, by God in taking my place.
For none could show such mercy, love, and grace.
My heart didn't fight. My words at a loss.
Crushed by the sight. The sight of the Cross.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

Wild Heart Lyrics

Knee deep in the swelling seas without a thought or realization of my dying need.
I cannot, can't keep out in the grim disease for it has plagued and overtaken all, all our dying breed.

Waist deep in the ocean's sleep without a thought or realization of my dying need.
I cannot, can't keep what I didn't reap for I see justice coming swiftly for, every thought and deed.

None had taught such wickedness from the start.
In deed, in thought. My heart was tearing apart.
In vain I fought, hoping this pain would depart.
Still no one could tame this wild heart.

Lawless and reckless, my will and my art.
"Flawless" I profess, yet wicked in heart.
A liar, a thief is what had marked my soul.
Thought lying and stealing would make me feel whole.

Neck deep in the water's grave without a thought or realization of my dying need.
I cannot, can't keep back the coming wave for I see it coming swiftly for, for which I cry and plead.

None had taught such wickedness from the start.
In deed, in thought. My heart was tearing apart.
In vain I fought, hoping this pain would depart.
Still no one could tame this wild heart.

The ocean's deep and thick.
My lungs are filling quick.
I scream and flail and kick.
For my heart is truly sick.

I feel the end is near.
Choked up by waves of fear.
Distant, you seem unclear.
Until the Savior nears.

Cut through the night.
My curse and my plight.
Blinded by light. Holy in white.
My heart didn't fight. Heart didn't fight.
Crushed by the sight.

Shame had taught.
Of all my sin in disgrace.
In love you sought, to bring me to your embrace.
My life was bought, by God in taking my place.
For none could show such mercy, love, and grace.
My heart didn't fight. My words at a loss.
Crushed by the sight. The sight of the Cross.

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Hailing from Cedarville, OH, Wolves At The Gate has given a small, quiet town, big, loud rock. Although a combination of five dedicated friends, the line-up originally consisted of just Steve (vocals/guitar) and Ryan (drums) and a series of jam sessions in Steve's living room (since then drummer Dave Nester has joined the band). Before they knew it the scene was abuzz, and the guys were asked to jump on a few local shows. To create a full band Jeremy (guitar) and Ben (bass) were adopted into the WATG family, and soon after an additional vocalist, Colin, was added. Although the band loves to create and play music, they live to "bring Glory to God...we are compelled to love those who we come in contact with regardless of their own personal beliefs, and to share the joy of the salvation that Christ has brought in our lives." But don't you dare shrug them off as a cookie-cutter-Myspace-underOATH-knock-off band. Wolves At The Gate brings on a fresh, original style of music combining catchy rock riffs, tasteful screaming, and even church hymns - not to mention a powerful, Thrice-like vocalist. Besides consistently exceptional musical content, the band's creativity will keep you hooked.

-Kim Marshall
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