Drag that cross, your borden to bear Swing that scourge, don't let it rest A procession of blood, for cleansing of sin Let the three of redemption lick your skin
So many questions gather And confusion clouds your mind Why should you be punished? Your wealth has always bought you free But in these times of malady One and all are all the same Farmer, blacksmith, kingsman All shall walk the path of shame
Chant the words of holiness Hear them echo through the wind Can they keep your soul in place? Show devotion to him What you reap is what you sow Feel the loss of worthiness Might just be it's your life that you owe...
Drag that cross, your borden to bear Swing that scourge, don't let it rest A procession of blood, for cleansing of sin Let the three of redemption lick your skin
With heavy steps, be baritone feet Minutes turn hours to days, then repeat Fulfill this mission of yours To red the wrath of god Weakened... no healing
Hum your lamentation A soothing rite for all your pain From being the social top sheet Then watch it all go down the drainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
