Wolves At The Gate - The Father's Bargain (Acoustic) (feat. Zach Bolen) | Текст песни

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• The Father's Bargain (Acoustic) (feat. Zach Bolen)

Oh, now my Son,
Here is a company of miserable souls
Cold and undone,
Searing their conscience with hearts black as coals.
Here now they lie
Objects of justice, deserving of wrath.
Speak Your reply.
What shall be done for them? Draw out your path.

Father, I say, such is My love and my pity for all.
There is a way for no condemnation on men to befall.

Whoa, such is my love and pity for all.
Whoa, no man can pay, I'll make a way.
Whoa, such is my love and pity for all.
Whoa, no man can pay, I'll make a way.

No man can pay;
Utterly broke and poor to settle their debt.
Though all've gone their way,
I'll yield a way for their sins to forget.
Sins to forget.

Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.
Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.

Bring in all their sins.
Every last bill that they owe.
Lay it all on Me.
For what they reap I will sow.
Bring in all their sins.
Every last bill that they owe.
Lay it all on Me.

O My Son, You must understand.
That if I show mercy,
You must reckon to pay
The last bit of My rage.

Let it be so,
Charge it on me.
For I can bear the weight of sin
So all would be free.

Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.
Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.

Let it be so,
Charge it on me.
For I can bear the weight of sin
So all would be free.


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