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Drisht
Drisht (definite Albanian form: Drishti) is a village, former bishopric and Latin titular see with an Ancient and notable medieval history (Latin Drivastum, Italian Drivasto) in Albania, 6 km from Mes Bridge (Albanian: Ura e Mesit). It is located in the former municipality Postribë in the Shkodër County. At the 2015 local government reform it became part of the municipality Shkodër. The ruined 13th Century Drisht Castle is on a hilltop 800m above sea level. The ruins of the castle itself contains the remains of 11 houses, and below the ruins of the castle, and above the modern village of Drisht are further archeological remains of late-Roman and medieval Drivastum.
History
The settlement of Drivastum is known to have existed before the tenth century AD. The Diocese of Drivastum became a suffragan of the Archdiocese of Antivari in 1089, after it was transferred from the Archdiocese of Ragusa.
In 1081—1116 Drivastum belonged to the kingdom of Duklja. In 1183, Serbian Stefan Nemanja conquered Drivast and its surroundings.
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Travesty
by: Haste The DayYou 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 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.