Oh, Sleeper

Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me your strength so I can stand so strong...
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom.
The tempest roars but I am fearless.
With each step I crack and stretch and each breath is a sting to my chest.
Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity, or...
Bring out the dead! Bring out the dead!
Bring out what you will have bow down, and they will bow down.
"They're climbing, they're climbing through soil and earth."
They have my scent! "but you can stop them, I'm sure..."
Yes, I can best even the devil himself. "...but your pride has just made it worse.."
What writhing spite is unearthing here?
Why choose from prodigals a band of cowards