Holy is the hand that placed the mark upon your lip... who put the coal to your mouth to burn your sins to the ground. Carried to a world, fallen from grace, stained with the blood of those whose curse you must face.

The choice will be your very own; to live or die, for Christ or for the world

Obscure lie the memories long since discarded of the love you held for those around you... pawned for a necklace of , giving yourself into the hands of Satan your tormentor. For as you grew weary of his pleas for your life, you surrendered your body to the flames, and threw in your soul as a bonus.

Now you've fallen away from Me
You are exactly what you wanted to be

Your hate will be your destruction
Your surrender will be your salvation... Peace to a soul of innocence lost.

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