Grand Finale

You'll find me face down, hands bound, ready for the blade to make me two
If judgment falls to meet this ground, that fate will run me through
No day of wrath will see me break for that faithless breath of shame
When the heretics come to make that list, be true to speak my name

Leave all you see
The curse of man is dead, the hourglass turned on its head
And every care will fade away
To wake a new day

Take every throe within us all
The very breath inside our soul
We bleed the life into your hold
The very death of our control

No man can bring a fatal sting and I laugh at the gallows thrall
Just line it tight around my neck so my words will break that fall
Fall

Leave all you see
The curse of man is dead, the hourglass turned on its head
And every care will fade away
To wake a new day

Take every throe within us all
The very breath inside our soul
We bleed the life into your hold
The very death of our control

That final day will fall
And those who curse the sky will face the earth
The many turn to one
The God of Gods' own righteous son
Begging for that second birth

Take every throe within us all
The very breath inside our soul
We bleed the life into your hold
The very death of our control