Oh, my Lord
You know my blackest seed
Speak your word
Deliver unto us your creed
They act well
Our friend and foe alike
Cast their spell
To control a copper spike
They place change in our path
And test our disposition
Born from fear; pushing wrath
And pull from us contrition
Save our souls
We need your blood now, Christ
Save our souls
And do it out of spite
Lie to me
Tell me that it will be okay
Leave me be
And take with you this dismay
Was the price to kill my family?
Your face lay beneath my skin
I need to know just what will be
That I may stand against his grin
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