: Yom Kippur is here, we're at the Tent of Meeting.
Come before the Lord only once a year while the Priest is interceding
The lamb is in your hand - instructed to take its life
InRead invented by Teads
Confess your sins over it, the Priest hands you a knife
The sight is quite disturbing - you slice it like a surgeon
Collect the blood in the basin, hand the lamb to the man in the turban
The hands and feet of the priest are bathed in a basin filled with water
After cleansed in the laver they sprinkle the blood of the lamb on the brazen altar
As you go through the door, there's such a sweet aroma
To the left a golden menorah which stays lit from the burn of the oil
Slowly approach the veil, to the right are golden shelves
Known as the table of showbread displayed in rows of twelve
You notice off in the distance, there's an article that stops at the entrance
Offered up with the repentance are the prayers of the priest at the altar of incense
Go through the curtain now without the slightest sound
You know God can mow you down cuz you stand on holy ground
See the Mercy Seat laced with gold plated covering
Golden cherubim hovering on the Ark of the Covenant
The room's consumed with holy doom, it's where God's wrath abides.
All of your iniquities are cast aside, now God's wrath is satisfied
S to the A to the L to the V, A-T to the I-O-N Plan.
Reconciling God with man, blood of the innocent atones for sin.
It's - it's Salvation. It's the Salvation Plan.