The path through the years

Has shed the ground with dread,

It has pieced together a golden crown

That forever wipes away it's tears.

The peace thats long forgotten

Needles itself within a thread,

To the son that was begotten

When he kissed away your death.

So long and old we followed through

The dark chasms of despair,

We meek and peace we stumbled through

To find ourselves were there.

So find the snake that's decapitated

And pinned itself to the cross,

Arose from the ground consecrated

To a world that hasn't lost.

Those who were lost upon the cross

Have found themselves unbound,

To the coming death that has no rest

To the sheep the shepherd found