Turn my heart into a stone, let me sink
I've turned my suffering into a cause for hate
By his decree we were compelled to reconcile
You cannot force my love, I'll hold onto my pain
The power to choose who lives and who will die is not my right
In doing so I kick the Lord off His seat of rightful judgment over man
God knows I've tried to fight off sinful thoughts
The crown you wear, it burns your hair and sears your skin
You cry aloud, Let there be light let there be nothing!
As master I came, yet now my tone is changed
They've torn out my guts and held me down to bleed
But that left me empty and open to the Light
Forgive me now I trust your providence
Meanwhile Photius was captured and tortured
The empress restored my godson to my wife
What can I do? The emperor is against me
Grant me only the power to change my perspective
The crown you wear, it digs into your precious flesh
You cry aloud, Let there be light let there be nothing!
Father, designer, instiller of fear
Not long thereafter my wife's lover died
No longer writhing in pleasure and joy
Writhing in agony in his own filth
Father, commander, a shepherd of men
I could not go down this dread path of sin
Combat the demons with fasting and prayer
Flush out the swamp of filth in your own heart
Ever marching on
I feel
Still we're marching on
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Turn my heart into a stone, let me sink
I've turned my suffering into a cause for hate
By his decree we were compelled to reconcile
You cannot force my love, I'll hold onto my pain
The power to choose who lives and who will die is not my right
In doing so I kick the Lord off His seat of rightful judgment over man
God knows I've tried to fight off sinful thoughts
The crown you wear, it burns your hair and sears your skin
You cry aloud, Let there be light let there be nothing!
As master I came, yet now my tone is changed
They've torn out my guts and held me down to bleed
But that left me empty and open to the Light
Forgive me now I trust your providence
Meanwhile Photius was captured and tortured
The empress restored my godson to my wife
What can I do? The emperor is against me
Grant me only the power to change my perspective
The crown you wear, it digs into your precious flesh
You cry aloud, Let there be light let there be nothing!
Father, designer, instiller of fear
Not long thereafter my wife's lover died
No longer writhing in pleasure and joy
Writhing in agony in his own filth
Father, commander, a shepherd of men
I could not go down this dread path of sin
Combat the demons with fasting and prayer
Flush out the swamp of filth in your own heart
Ever marching on
I feel
Still we're marching on
I've turned my suffering into a cause for hate
By his decree we were compelled to reconcile
You cannot force my love, I'll hold onto my pain
The power to choose who lives and who will die is not my right
In doing so I kick the Lord off His seat of rightful judgment over man
God knows I've tried to fight off sinful thoughts
The crown you wear, it burns your hair and sears your skin
You cry aloud, Let there be light let there be nothing!
As master I came, yet now my tone is changed
They've torn out my guts and held me down to bleed
But that left me empty and open to the Light
Forgive me now I trust your providence
Meanwhile Photius was captured and tortured
The empress restored my godson to my wife
What can I do? The emperor is against me
Grant me only the power to change my perspective
The crown you wear, it digs into your precious flesh
You cry aloud, Let there be light let there be nothing!
Father, designer, instiller of fear
Not long thereafter my wife's lover died
No longer writhing in pleasure and joy
Writhing in agony in his own filth
Father, commander, a shepherd of men
I could not go down this dread path of sin
Combat the demons with fasting and prayer
Flush out the swamp of filth in your own heart
Ever marching on
I feel
Still we're marching on
Writer: John Yelland, Anthony Cordisco
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico