The sins of my past, Must now to be put to rest. Upon this sacred wooden altar of redemption; The great white hope to save me from damnation. The blood that does trinkle Through this skin's every rinkle As I hoisted toward the heavens To be one among the soaring ravens. The pain does not appear to exist. Although the slightest wind does persist. Over this entire land I can see And at peace I may now finally be. As a glorious end comes to this night My sacrifice feels perfectly right. The horizon shows me a new beginning Through a thin red and gold gleaming. I am the very first to see this day begin to rise. The vision is undoubtably my greatest prize. Away from this world I begin to drift And towards God my head I now lift. I catch a glimpse of a growing light of the most beautiful shade of white. Soon it will engulf me with its might And perhaps my soul will be pure and right. To you my arms I have spread. I am in need of your bread. I will soon come to you holy Father. Please show me the love of a brother. Dignify this land as divine. And purify this soul of mine.