Sight within this scroll on parchment Lift your head up to the vapors above See the messengers with harps and wings Let the hypocrites have no sight upon these scrolls Educate the weak and lowly let them hear theses sounds Give sight to them so they may see the blood On this scroll of parchment that John spoke of His written word of three of the sixteenth on this scroll His father gave to all his only son that all may believe That life will last through eternity forever more This free gift given written in blood for all If the tarry through time it may expire being to late They with ears let them hear these sounds of God Calling all to his side of righteousness through This blood ridden parchment with a crown of gold Bare no cross for he hung upon it until his death For All