Broken I look to my right.
To the floor I am cut.
My uncrowned Messiah lying in his blood.
Sold for a kiss and two pockets of silver.
Serving the sentence of bloodthirsty killers.
Broken my God.
Broken I walk.
Piercing eclipse, solar flare my King blazes.
Catalyst of a great nation.
He raised us.
Rising from bones and the wasteland he runs, to charge burning buildings and pull out his sons.
Glory to my God.
In glory I walk.