[feat. guest vocals by thom green of sleeping giant]
stone silent before the ridicule and the lies,
with a crown of th*rns, a kingly robe about just my
dreams and warnings told have nothing to do with that
flung from the arms of grace, into the jaws of
righteousness stands on the hill of the skull, while
man’s anger murders love.
in weakness death is gone. prepare the trumpets for
this victory song.
they believed that only the cursed were hung from a
as the blood soaked into the wood and dried,
before he lifted his head, questioned god and died.
through his mind went my name and my face, as well as
yours, as he offers us grace.
we’ve esteemed him stricken and afflicted,
one had to be crushed for our transgressions. the life
of one a ransom for many.
crucified between two thieves, one would mock and the
righteousness stands on the hill of the skull, to the
grave and to resurrection.
the grief swayer proved vindicated. prepare the
trumpets for this victory song.
from the tomb comes atonement personified.
“feel the palms of my hands, the wound in my side.”
what was once known as dead is now alive. what was once
known as dead is now alive.