Scourge

We are the transgressors
We are the ones marked for death
Since the dawn of man
Steeped in sin we toiled through
Lifetimes of sorrow and ages of suffering
Led into darkness by the Serpent’s tongue

By our own choices we lost Paradise
By our own volition we have trespassed Your law

Peerless destroyers of all we were entrusted with
Sentencing our hope to die with scornful arrogance
Time and time again
We are the killers

We deserve nothing but the flame
Our destiny to be cast away
Into everlasting darkness

Consumed and forgotten
For we were endowed with perfection

The immaculate forgone
To assume the decadent form of pride

We deserve nothing but the agony of abandonment
Nothing but the pain of the fire
The gnashing of teeth
And the weeping of the unworthy

There is nothing we can do
There is nothing we can do
There is nothing we can do
By our own power

Striving in vain to attain the divine
Only to fall short endlessly
Returning to the pit of despondency
The scourge born by our own hands

Yet, despite our shortcomings
You provide to us unfathomable grace
Perfect mercy to sustain the tainted race
And carry them to their lost country
Back to the paradise promised as an inheritance

Faith trumps our futile efforts to gain righteousness
Accept the life given to save us all
Thereby averting the path to damnation
Separation from eternal life
The justice we truly deserve