

Forgive me, I beg you. I was in the dark. Forgive me for the blood I stole
Forgive me for the wounds you hold. Pour upon the cleansing blood.
God unleash your holy flood. Rip out my heart of stone, rip out my will, my own.
Place within me a heart of flesh and let me begin anew, a fresh. Brothers, sisters I have wronged you, and for this I weep. Burned bridges without planting seed. Sowing nothing in t hese fields. Reaping nothing. Dead fields, dead fields, I’m reaping dead fields.These dark days, are long gone. From my fathers mind, were long drawn. I am beginning anew. Let your voice reign true. I have begun through you.Through your ashes I rise.Through your blood I draw. You are my source, my power, my all. Without you I wouldn’t be new. I am reborn through you. Dead fields, dead fields, I’m reaping dead fields.


The Procession