Psalm of Woe (Demo)
O Lord
Woe Lord
O Lord
Make thick my blood that I won't feel the exaltation of Thy will
O Lord
Blind my eyes 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