The Razor's Edge - KenZiner, Stephen Fredrick, Jarno Keskinen

The voices started one Sunday morn

As the priest was praising her god’s first born

They told her what to do, the time and the place

The words from beyond urged forth with haste

She said, tell me once, tell me again

How I can serve, to pay for my sins

With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge

With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge

The voices grew strong, louder every day

She could not believe, what they did say

To kill her own two sons, and take her own life

It was the holy words, for the holy night

«GIVE THEM THE RAZOR’S EDGE»

She did as she was told then cried herself to sleep

And when she awoke she saw her own deed

The voices promised, god said it so

Her turn was due, this she did know

She said, tell me once, tell me again

How I can serve, to pay for my sins

With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge

With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge

With the razor’s edge

With the razor’s edge

With the razor’s edge

The voices promised

With the razor’s edge

God said it so