The Lord is my strength and my song He has become my salvation He is my God and I will praise Him My father's God and I will exalt him May the words
fog, beyond the cold grip of terror. To reach the goal I have to walk a long way, have to tear my flesh on the sharpest thorns, have to squeeze my
healed The suffering humiliation, for us to escape the gates of hell Blood to wash you clean, forgive you from sin Death to this world, life for his acceptance Crimson thorn
An Inner Justification To Balance The Scale Outweigh The Virtous Overtones Of Gratification I Drink Of The Pure Darkness We Lie In The Coffins Of Our Fathers The Crimson
grave Exterminate - bring you all into damnation In an orgasmic rush of pain I mark my coming in crimson strays Fools! I shall rid myself from the thorns
your dreams of heaven with dreams of sin So I was damned with hope betrayed To crawl, repent and suffer - Yes, I was made Thorns in my side, the thorns
