Raised from tormentnI saw the weight of your hands fall downnTo live inside of this hell they've builtnI watched you I saw your gracenThe blood from your hands will make me wholenYou will be claimed with composurenWe will be claimed at the sinners handsnBelieving creations of the sons of saintsnnI haven't spoke in daysnAgain he said you won't feel a thingnBut how can you be saved if this is what you believennSpeak now the work has been donenNations they crawl in vainnDividing the prison of all that will rise tonConquer the faith in your heartnnI haven't spoke in daysnAgain he said you won't feel a thingnBut how can you be saved if this is what you believennWe will be claimed at the sinners hand