Even some friv’lous vice can burn.
My heart hath tasted hell and knows
That through the Blood is quarter earned.
Most life lessons are hard way earn’d;
And despite our face we cleave our nose.
Only through Blood is quarter earned.
Over squalls of mercy have we yearned.
Too easy to soil the snow.
Even some friv’lous vice can burn.
And when it seems as if we’re spurned,
The squall comes ‘gain, the grace doth flow.
Only through Blood is quarter earned.
And so we suffer, our souls churned.
Easy and smooth life never goes
‘Cause even friv’lous vices can burn
And through the Blood is quarter earned.
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