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