O Lord
Woe Lord
Woe Lord
Make thick my blood that I won't feel
The exhaltation of thy will
O Lord
Blind my eeyes that I can't see
Thy vengeance coming down through me
O Lord
Woe Lord
O Lord
Make still my heart so I might lie
And see not those you chose to die
O Lord
Smother these embers of a soul grown cold
And blot my name out from thy tome
O Lord
Woe Lord
O Lord
Then bind my soul that it will stay
And with this body soon decay
O Lord
Lord let me die, Lord let me rot
Lord, give me not another thought