Testo di Lost

Blood of truth, a promise made A crown of thorns, the price is paid The word as God, the word made flesh His only son rose from the dead No sins to confess, a blameless man Bound to the cross by feet and hands Seals are broken, trumpet's sound The bowels of wrath are pouring out Repent! Don't fight it! Lost! Time is short, but stoll you wait He knocks at the door, you turn away He's waiting there for you to see The truth he houlds will set you free