In Grip of Thorns

Branded with irredemption The seal of defiant truth Damnation and exile Extend their olive branch A charged Golgotha seems to moan for corpses Bearing the sword of faith, the Messiah inquires "Am I the Son of God?" "Am I the Son of God?" "Am I the Son of God?" And a sickened denial vomits from my seering mouth DENY, DENY, DENY An existence of emptiness Chosen over a day of servitude I cannot be baptized In these lies Solo: Juan Frimost Gehenna in my vision, Sheol is my desire A solitary prayer for liberation Take the wicked names, purify in curse The yoke of enslavement broken Sign from fire burns the crown of Christ A torch reveals the path Against holiest constraint He has no power here Eden set ablaze Pestering Thorn in side shall pierce no more Rebellion engaged Ready His ribs for spearing Three days Pass with no resurrection Released from grip Of deified majesty Lords of this world usurp the throne A prize taken From the Prince of Peace Heavenly subjugated weep in masses Messianic absence Dove put to the sword Right hand servants weep in sorrow Pestilence in paradise