Texty: Kamelot. Up Through The Ashes.

So you can hear
They claim with conviction
You've got a crowd

So what's your appeal
Your voice, your predictions
They're getting loud

But if I let you die, you must forgive me

Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light

You want to die
Create a sensation
Be makin' the news

An eye for an eye
Mocking our creation
Can you reduce

Before I let you die, you must forgive me

Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light

Give a sign of remorse
(I don't need your blood)
You will hang on the cross
For playing god

You the people must decide
The self-proclaimed prophet, or the novice murderer
The king or the convict, it's up to you
So tell me which way to go

Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light
Raise me up, up through the ashes
Take me on, into the light