| Now you stand upon the ground
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| Where the betrayer met his end
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| He took his life on the field of blood
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| By his own hand he has brought on an excruciating end
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| He took his life on the field of blood
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| Memories of the events that compose
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| The last days of his life cloud his eyes
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| And will not be forgotten
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| For they’re burned in his mind… in his mind
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| For Satan did penetrate the darkest corners of his mind
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| Thoughts of betrayal
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| Betrayal that brought my Saviour’s life to a close
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| Thoughts of betrayal
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| Betrayal that found a price in silver
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| But in this decomposing world of now
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| This resembles a shell of my life
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| But in this decomposing world of now
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| This resembles a shell of my life
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| Why are my actions not what I know to be righteous?
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| My Saviour’s blood is now on my hands
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| Why are my actions not what I know to be righteous?
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| My Saviour’s blood is now on my hands
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| I am the betrayer
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| I am the betrayer
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| It is my sin that holds him to that cross
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| I don’t deserve what You have done for me…
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| Have done for me
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| But through Your grace and Your love You have saved me
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| You have saved me |