Scourge

We are the transgressors

We are the ones marked for death

Since the dawn of man

Steeped in sin we toiled through

Lifetimes of sorrow and ages of suffering

Led into darkness by the Serpent’s tongue

By our own choices we lost Paradise

By our own volition we have trespassed Your law

Peerless destroyers of all we were entrusted with

Sentencing our hope to die with scornful arrogance

Time and time again

We are the killers

We deserve nothing but the flame

Our destiny to be cast away

Into everlasting darkness

Consumed and forgotten

For we were endowed with perfection

The immaculate forgone

To assume the decadent form of pride

We deserve nothing but the agony of abandonment

Nothing but the pain of the fire

The gnashing of teeth

And the weeping of the unworthy

There is nothing we can do

There is nothing we can do

There is nothing we can do

By our own power

Striving in vain to attain the divine

Only to fall short endlessly

Returning to the pit of despondency

The scourge born by our own hands

Yet, despite our shortcomings

You provide to us unfathomable grace

Perfect mercy to sustain the tainted race

And carry them to their lost country

Back to the paradise promised as an inheritance

Faith trumps our futile efforts to gain righteousness

Accept the life given to save us all

Thereby averting the path to damnation

Separation from eternal life

The justice we truly deserve