When the bite of the steel catches your face

Give it all your flesh to strip away

Revealing all the scars you hide inside

Your inner quarrels, your struggle to survive

A crimson hand to choke your throat

I’ll stop your breath as long as it takes

To end this torture, clearing a forest of oppression

Can you taste the soil as it fills your lungs

To extinguish the fire, the fire burning in your eyes

You cannot stop the scorching

We’ll lay you down on your eternal bed

The soothing touch of a wrathful hand

You leave the sky, encased in the earth

Can you feel the roots as they seep inside your heart

A crimson hand to do the will of god

We’ll wipe you out to clear the land for angels

With the turning of the tide