Dirty rags wrapped around a man, far too familiar with a blade The blood of the knife, the blood his life, can even this man be saved Before the breath of dawn, I see the coming of death beyond Seeking retribution , justified by the life it takes
Dirty rags wrapped around a babe, not yet to taste the blade The blood of the knife, the blood of this life, must even this child be saved Before breath of dawn, I see the coming of death beyond Lord pray for him, that he passes over this place
Verse Coming on the wind, destroyer of all sin I hear the chariot wheels they spin Coming on the wind, destroyer of all sin the clock ticks for you my friend
Verse 2 Rain down from the sky, purifier of mankind I hear the drawing of the blade Rain down from the sky, purifier of all life The clock ticks for you my friend
Chorus A Death.... it seeks to reclaim By death, it seems to justify the pain the scars emblazoned in his hands sacrificed , for all man by death reclaimed
Chorus B (First time) - Let your blood wash me clean today, let me bask inside your grace I humble myself as meek, your death angel he seeks Pray for me, that he passes over this place
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