Black Day Of Execution

Temple Of Blood

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The charge has been made, I am sentenced to die
Beaten, bloodied and scourged through the night

A long slow march to the skull on the hill
Don't let me die but please do Your will

No tonic to soothe me, I die as a thief
Upon my shoulders this burden of grief

Now my breath has left me, storms blot out the sun
Tombs are cracking open, Death has come undone