Reclaimed Lyrics

Dirty rags wrapped around a man, far too familiar with a blade
The blood of the knife, the blood his life, can even this man be saved
Before the breath of dawn, I see the coming of death beyond
Seeking retribution, justified by the life it takes

Dirty rags wrapped around a babe, not yet to taste the blade
The blood of the knife, the blood of this life, must even this child be saved
Before breath of dawn, I see the coming of death beyond
Lord pray for him, that he passes over this place

Coming on the wind, destroyer of all sin
I hear the chariot wheels they spin
Coming on the wind, destroyer of all sin
The clock ticks for you my friend

Rain down from the sky, purifier of mankind
I hear the drawing of the blade
Rain down from the sky, purifier of all life
The clock ticks for you my friend


Death... it seeks to reclaim
By death, it seems to justify the pain
The scars emblazoned in his hands
Sacrificed, for all man
By death reclaimed

Let your blood wash me clean today, let me bask inside your grace
I humble myself as meek, your death angel he seeks
Pray for me, that he passes over this place

In death, reclaimed