Sabbath - Elm Street

This begins with the war of the word

Doubt sunk in minds through dark evil

Man knew Judas would betray

So their bodies were cleansed from a sinner

Father I call, what is my thought in this stand?

Do I bare pain, for why should their law be my last?

Death and rise of our king

Kept a meaning to life in his hands

The selfless sacrifice that he made, was for all!

Hail the rise!

Blood will be spilt in their eyes

A pilot, one army, clouded darkness

Uproar came from the crowd

Raw acts of humanity came like thunder

Footsteps of pain

Limb after limb torn asunder

Three standing tall

What takes us up won’t bring us down

One man, our king

On the Sabbath day you will all hail the rise