Resurrection

She's got a skull painted on her face

She's standing at the foot of my grave

I'm praying that my soul is pure enough to escape this fate

There's a whisper creeping from the woods

The diamond-eyed wolf has hid as long as she could

My resurrection lightning strikes and I breathe again

Now the cool rain falls but I can't feel it no more

There's a darkness where there was bright light before

Six shots that struck me dead still buried in my heart

But against the will of Christ I've risen from the dark

It feels like spitting in the face of God