As cold wind blows, the sinner he knows that Archon light is coming.

The sinner he cries for all of his lies, for now quickly he's running.

The Archon light is close behind as the sinner knows not where he is going. The Archon light is on his neck and shows no sign of slowing.

Like a boat at sea in a raging storm, the sinner is frantically rowing. The Archon speaks "These are the sins you're sewing".

At last a white blade is raised on high, the sinner has been stopped.

The blade is clean despite the neck of the sinner it had chopped.