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?