The Hands of Grace

In the lost moments of time, in the crying shadows of sin

I am yours, to make me pure, make me whole once more

The hands of grace, the cleansing of my soul, I need to purify my body

To be plunged in a bath of baptismal entity, and all sins washed away

Lost in the dying song, of forgiveness, shed upon my bed of shame

Where I once was a virgin, my nights are torn into many men, to a devils path

No more shall I look down, I shall raise my head, and I shall walk in the straight of line

And the hands of grace will bless my soul, and I shall no longer be the lady of the night

But the angel of the sky, in which I will guard my sisters sin, and take her by the hand