Portrait of Pain

Bound to your knees for the burning crowd
In spite of the cries, there is no relief
No need to the plea
The shadow was me
Rising as he's been to the ground, yeah

In the spring of the wind, then the streams of the air
Don't be afraid
Your religion is in your own
Ready to die for your regret
There no savior angel to carry this world

The path has been woven, trapped and weary
Another will rise with hate that will shine
Despising as she fits to the ground
Into the harvest and the schemes of hell
Don't be afraid
Your religion's in

Where did she die? Oh, Lord, I'm here
You know it's time for your sacrifice
You know it's just the end of this life, oh, no, oh, no
Like you're bothered before you're sacrificed, oh, no, oh, no

Like your brother before you sacrifice
Like your mother before you sacrifice
All we can look for
Like your sister before you sacrifice