Elm Street Sabbath
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