Paroles de A Martyr's Prayer
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken]This is my body; this is my blood
From these dying whispers of a dying life
I weave the Redeemer's darkest dream,
A wish to conceal the promise of fate
Shall I ever escape what is deemed?
Father, spare me from the harshness of reality
Shall a crown of thorns be my cruel destiny?
[Chorus]
A pilgrimage through the dawn of creation
A blessed sojourn for the meaning of salvation
I gaze through the face of death
For they shall know me - the Redeemer
They say I hold the key of the eternal presence
A prophet that defies the world's futile essence
I am the offering that mankind shall forever bequeath
A karmic fortune that cannot ever be retrieved
The words of wisdom shall be forged
From the bones of my weakened body
I long to rebuke the blood spilled through
My God why have you forsaken Me?
Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit
[Chorus]
A pilgrimage through the dawn of creation
A blessed sojourn for the meaning of salvation
I gaze through the face of death
For they shall know me - the Redeemer
Shall I ever escape what is deemed?
Father, spare me from the harshness of reality
Shall a crown of thorns be my cruel destiny?
[Chorus]
A pilgrimage through the dawn of creation
A blessed sojourn for the meaning of salvation
I gaze through the face of death
For they shall know me - the Redeemer
They say I hold the key of the eternal presence
A prophet that defies the world's futile essence
I am the offering that mankind shall forever bequeath
A karmic fortune that cannot ever be retrieved
The words of wisdom shall be forged
From the bones of my weakened body
I long to rebuke the blood spilled through
My God why have you forsaken Me?
Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit
[Chorus]
A pilgrimage through the dawn of creation
A blessed sojourn for the meaning of salvation
I gaze through the face of death
For they shall know me - the Redeemer
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