The Crucible of Man (Something Wicked, part 2) - 2008
Look at you now, exalted no more Scorging’s left your blood soaked into the floor For having the sight you will pay a heavy price Martyr for mankind, contrived sacrifice
Let all your children pray You’ve washed their sins away I’ll bring the suffering Let all your children pray I don’t come their way I’ll crucify the king
Look at you now, you pathetic little man With spear I pierce your hide, destiny in my hand For all mine have lost your fate will intertwine Your death will polarize, resurrection will divide
Let all your children pray You’ve washed their sins away I’ll bring the suffering Let all your children pray I don’t come their way I’ll crucify the king
Like all false seers, you’re formed to fit the plan Unsuspecting pawns to the detriment of man And as your worlds collide War will bring the suffering And to that end I’ll crucify I’ll crucify the king
Let all your children pray You’ve washed their sins away I’ll bring the suffering Let all your children pray I don’t come their way I’ll crucify the king