Raised from torment   I saw the weight of your hands fall down   To live inside of this hell they've built   I watched you I saw your grace   The blood from your hands will make me whole   You will be claimed with composure   We will be claimed at the sinners hands   Believing creations of the sons of saints      I haven't spoke in days   Again he said you won't feel a thing   But how can you be saved if this is what you believe      Speak now the work has been done   Nations they crawl in vain   Dividing the prison of all that will rise to   Conquer the faith in your heart      I haven't spoke in days   Again he said you won't feel a thing   But how can you be saved if this is what you believe      We will be claimed at the sinners hand