When we walk, we walk with darkness
and our hearts, they love the lawless.
That's why he worries that they'll find us
before redemption's light will bind us.
I said I'd go where he would lead me
down a parth of grace and mercy,
But I stumble now I'm standing
at the crossroad. No sign of heaven.
And when my body breaks
will your words heal my wounds?
And when my vision's gone
will your life light the way?
And when the last man falls
will you stand over him, and over me, and over all we need?
Oh to battle we will march now
with our heads down and our hearts out.
Abated picture of what we once were
the only hope we can remember.
And when my body breaks
will your words heal my wounds?
And when my vision's gone
will your life light the way?
And when the last man falls
will you stand over him, and over me, and over all we need?