Behold I have witnessed a thousand deaths
Held the hands of those so physically tormented by pain nothing could help
Crying, screaming, begging for life to end
The disappointment, the shame, the anger, the confessions before death
The blade cuts deep into the flesh
A heart torn is a heart unprepared
Filthy hands touching what does not belong to you
Fingers at their feet they cry in desperation
Lines crossed lines placed to warn
Dared to enter fearing nothing you have no conscience
So conscience I give to thee on your blood tides
Hold each other close now for riders approach from afar
You asked for hounds of hell they are being sent to you
Sitting on things you do not own your hands now lay before you
Bloodied and bruised I rise again to church we all go to pray
For our sins will never be washed away
Held the hands of those so physically tormented by pain nothing could help
Crying, screaming, begging for life to end
The disappointment, the shame, the anger, the confessions before death
The blade cuts deep into the flesh
A heart torn is a heart unprepared
Filthy hands touching what does not belong to you
Fingers at their feet they cry in desperation
Lines crossed lines placed to warn
Dared to enter fearing nothing you have no conscience
So conscience I give to thee on your blood tides
Hold each other close now for riders approach from afar
You asked for hounds of hell they are being sent to you
Sitting on things you do not own your hands now lay before you
Bloodied and bruised I rise again to church we all go to pray
For our sins will never be washed away
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