Red Nails of Redemption

Father oh, Father, look down on the scene.

See the faces twisted, their hearts so unclean. They mock and

they jeer, they spit in my face. But they stumble in darkness,

lost in this place. They know not the weight of the evil they

sow. The seeds of their judgment, watch them now grow.

My body is broken, my spirit laid bare, but for their

redemption, I'll willingly bear. Red nails dripping the blood of mankind.

Washing away all the sins they can find. Not for your anger,