Death's Sting

You are all goalless creatures
With no purpose or direction
But anew you’ve tapped into
My pain and rage in this insurrection
I, the maker, will descend
(And) to heaven’s fury you will bend
During the encore of the night
I will not stand idly by
While the people they apply
Themselves with eternity
O grave, where is your victory?
Death, where is your sting?
The sting of death is sin
And the power of sin is the law
Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
In the world you built upon me?
O grave, is this your victory?
Death, is this your sung?
Death, is this your sting? Death’s sting
All your souls are bleeding out
You overstayed your welcome
All condemned and persecuted
To the sound of an angelic drum
All your souls are bleeding out
You overstayed your welcome
All condemned and persecuted
To the sound of an angelic drum
O grave, where is your victory?
Death, where is your sting?
The sting of death is sin
And the power of sin is the law
Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
In the world you built upon me?
O grave, is this your victors? Death’s sting
When the mortal has has been clothed with immortality
To halt death’s gravity
Then what’s been written comes to pass
O grave, where is your victory?
Death, where is your sting?
The sting of death is sin
And the power of sin is the law
Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
In the world you built upon me?
O grave, is this your victory?
Did you ever think that you’ll be safe
In the world you built upon me?
O grave, is this your victory?