Lyrics:
Voice Hymn And

drighten Of nine nights of suffering Lord of the hanged You choose the slain You are the ferryman Dare I look into your hollow eye And see the truth

will echo And ricochet like an old water well Who'd ever want to let go Once you sit beneath its spell It's dark and wide and deep Towards the sea it

world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious

legged babies and death Shrunk to the size of a nickel To help him regain his breath And I was struck by the power and the glory And I was visited by

the world In sin and error pining Till He appeared And the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope The weary world rejoices For yonder breaks A new and

One has seen the power and the glory Whom shall save us from ourselves at last Prophets tell of latter years in mourning Voices cry out warnings from

this shit off right! (Off right!) We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!) This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags, Zippers and violence and

the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and

Against the rocks and the sands Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice