Death's Sting - The Unguided

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?