MyChildren MyBride - Immaculate Murder lyrics

To look across the haords The throngs of intolerance Mans fate realized in hate The day love was hanged. Of all great sins salvation in paradox Salvation of sins by sacrificing God Thirty nine stripes upon his beaten back And you can't give me one second One second of your precious (time) Pierced wrists, broken, whipped bloody, Speared and bruised, crown of thorns. Slaughtered as a lamb and all to rise again It doesn't matter how many times I die,