But For Grace
Fire burns in the grate

The guilt burns in the breast of every prisoner

The guilty, the condemned

Death is red on their hands

The galling chains reminding every minute

The law that was broken



Silent as the grave

Covering deeds, covering man

Eyes that pierce and blaze

Wounded hands stretching out to save



Moonlit nights on their knees

Stifling screams ready to break from conscience

The voice of the innocent

So the time marches on

The future melts into the past

At last, the bitter reprieve



Silent as the grave

Covering deeds, covering man

Eyes that pierce and blaze

Wounded hands stretching out to save