The lightning strikes down on a broken man
Torn from the earth and left alone to suffer
Plagued by disgrace he prays with bloody hands
Confess the hate, admit the ruin of a traitor

(The grace of God will come)

He can't escape the wrath of the ones above
Fires burn all of his worth and fortune
Blistered in pain now takes a broken cross
Holding it towards the Sun for mercy

As we crawl through blood and oil
Pulling the flesh from the wreckage
There's nothing left just blackened eyes
The curse overturns it all

Paralysed by the grace of God
Crucified to cleanse my soul of the devils blood

(The grace of God will come)

The fire reigns down on the ones who pray, blood that stains
The blade can't cure this madness
Cut down a martyr just to end his faith
As angels die they scream as hell prevails

As we crawl through blood and oil
Pulling the flesh from the wreckage

Paralysed by the grace of God
Crucified to cleanse my soul of the devils blood
Are you paralysed by the grace of God?
Are you purified, or are you blind from the light above?