Lyrics

Verse 1**
*The nails sing our names in the wood where He bleeds,*
*His breath ragged scripture, His love a deafening creed.*
*“Forgive them,” He whispers—the prayer splits the storm,*
*As heaven’s own Son wears the crown of our thorns.*
*We’re Judas, we’re Peter, we’re thieves at His side,*
*Yet His eyes hold no vengeance, just arms opened wide.*
*The hammer’s our heartbeat, the cross our cursed vow—*
*He marries our ruin here…*
*…and calls it “*Beloved*” now.*

**Chorus**
*Beloved—in blood, in the bruise, in the blame,*
*He writes our rebellion as His middle name.*
*The wrath we deserved became His wedding ring,*
*As He dies for His bride while the demons still sing.*
*Beloved—not worthy, not clean, not enough,*
*Yet He drowns our betrayal in oceans of love.*
*The Groom pours the wine where His veins rupture wide—*
*“*Forgive them, My Father…*
*…they’re worth every cry.*”*

**Verse 2**
*We sharpened the spear that we plunged in His side,*
*Dressed Him in curses while He clothed us in light.*
*His “*I do*” was a scream, His vows etched in scars,*
*The Law’s brutal gavel shattered under the stars.*
*We’re harlots, we’re orphans, we’re graves walking free,*
*But He kisses our filth, says, “*You’re Mine to keep.*”*
*The wrath’s been exhausted, the debt’s torn in two—*
*Hell’s fury lies broken…*
*…where He whispered “*I choose you.*”*

**Chorus**
*Beloved—in blood, in the bruise, in the blame,*
*He writes our rebellion as His middle name.*
*The wrath we deserved became His wedding ring,*
*As He dies for His bride while the demons still sing.*
*Beloved—not worthy, not clean, not enough,*
*Yet He drowns our betrayal in oceans of love.*
*The Groom pours the wine where His veins rupture wide—*
*“*Forgive them, My Father…*
*…they’re worth every cry.*”*

**Bridge**
*(Guttural spoken-word over tremolo picking)*
*“You spat in My face, but I’ll drink every lie,*
*You sold Me for silver, but I’ll buy you with life.*
*The grave’s just a doorway, the storm’s just a start—*
*I’ll drag hell to ashes…*
*…to ransom your heart.*”*

**Guitar Solo**
*(Searing, melodic anguish ascending into a harmonic crescendo—think mid-2000s Hawthorne Heights meets August Burns Red)*

**Final Chorus**
*Beloved—in blood, in the bruise, in the blame,*
*He writes our rebellion as His middle name.*
*The wrath we deserved became His wedding ring,*
*As He dies for His bride while the demons still sing.*
*Beloved—not worthy, not clean, not enough,*
*Yet He drowns our betrayal in oceans of love.*
*The Groom pours the wine where His veins rupture wide—*
*“*Forgive them, My Father…*
*…they’re worth every cry.*”*

**Outro**
*The veil’s torn like parchment