Winter

歌詞

Judgement day - will you comprehend? Beckons close at hand Those of us that were born again And those who curse the Holy Land Brought forth before the Son of god The One who loved enough to die We will be not judged by our words and deeds But by our faith when we are tried Respond to the Holy One Why you think that He should spare A man who mocked and cursed His name Or knew the truth and did not care Drink the blood of the King of Kings Love the Savior of the human race Kneel before Him, discard your rings And pray that He will give you grace He was born unto a virgin A birth from royal seed The truest test of prophets Is truthful prophesy Know the Prophet was no bastard We did not deserve His death Just the thought of what He did for me Forever I will be His slave His own kind of refused acknowledgement Crucified the Chosen One As the sun set behind the cross of thieves Dying, He knew His work was done Our cross he had to bear He rose as the final sign Still searching for the prophet "true" The Jews are left behind... He was born unto a virgin A birth from royal seed When you are brought to trial Will you die in blasphemy?