Living in ages unknown,
He died as a fool would know,
On a cross he bore the guilt,
Of the sins of the world,

Torn into two this world doth divide,
Price and pain, forever instilled within the mind,


He did not ask what it is,
Or what is was,
He simply spoke,
And there it was,

Life everlasting,
Breathe that is gasping,
Dreary darkness,
Sadness,
melancholy madness,

For a cross to carry,
He gave his life,
To use the broken
and full of strife,
Vicariously murdered,
Inside and out,
Debt that is paid,
On executions gout,
Doubt, confusion,
Something to fall,
In a grain of sand,
My family stands,
On the words of Martyrs once screaming,
For all to end,
To end it all,
Again again again the Angels call

Maybe someday,
We will live,
By the code,
Of goodness give,
But for now,
Let us sing,
Of finer days,
By the wings