Mother-I reach out for you, As I lay upon this wait of godliness I sigh for a while and wonder your holiness.
Brother-the fires upon our hearts, Are brighter now than ever before. It is the sign of the end, I see, as it becomes fulfilled.
Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet; Wound in my side, wound inside deep; Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...
Father-why have you forsaken me? I can't believe weight of this loneliness. Still I ask of thee, to forgive them for They don't know what they do.
Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet; Wound in my side, wound inside deep; Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...
Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet; Wound in my side, wound inside deep; Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet; Wounds in my flesh, wound in my soul; Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul... In my flesh...In my soul...