O Lord
Woe Lord
O Lord
Make thick my blood that I won't feel
The exaltation of Thy will
O Lord
Blind my eyes that I can't see
Thy vengeance coming down through me
O Lord
O Lord
Woe Lord
O Lord
Make still my heart that I might lie
And see not those You chose to die
O Lord
Smother these embers of a soul grown cold
And blot my name out from Thy tome
O Lord
O Lord
Woe Lord
O Lord
Then bind my soul that it will stay
And with this body soon decay
O Lord
Lord, let me die, Lord, let me rot
Lord, give me not another thought
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