Broken I look to my right. To the floor I am cut. My
uncrowned messiah lying in his blood. Sold for a kiss and
two pockets of silver. Serving the sentence of
bloodthirsty killers. Broken my God. Broken I walk.
Piercing eclipse, solar flare my king blazes. Catalyst of
a great nation. He raised us. Rising from bones and the
wasteland he runs, to charge burning buildings and pull
out his sons. Glory my God. In glory I walk.