I stand on the bloodfield

Shell-shocked and guilty

The sole survivor escaped what we all had coming

And feelings are fiction

As we watch our loved ones diving

And for some strange reason we just keep on marching

The ice that drips from isolation has melted me to this

In all of my power this is all I can offer

And its broken its broken its broken

But somewhere the good King has been claiming His victory

And its offered its offered its offered

To the survivor

My greatest confession is that what I claim dearly

Is the very thing that leaves me so scared

I know peace lies in silence and prayer is its heartbeat

But I dont feel it beating in me

What if I find in the quiet that all I am is the sum of my habits

In all of my power this is all I can offer

And its broken its broken its broken,

But somewhere the good king has been claiming His victory

And its offered to me to me

And your answer to my questions is be still and know that I Am

And I Am Love

I Am and I Am Love

And right here the good king has been claiming His victory

And its offered its offered its offered

Its given its given its given to the survivor.