On bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes
 Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red
 We pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth
 To cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with church bell battles
 And then I lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow

 When did I stand before I touched the shadows of this life that touch the dark and dream of ice
 An endless winter in this dogday-age, I kiss the cross but dream of wars
 bagatelle for a massacre or wars of fire were build to last
 Old men die and stone will turn to stone
 And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow

 Immaculate heart of immaculate love a tawdry scarecrow for a tarnished crown
 His five wounds bleed but only on his throne, his toothless smile cuts wide across his face
 And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow

 And what shall I receive a little [bad word] to beat when I march with scorched earth's steps
 rocking horse for a little warrior to trample around and down from fields of rape
 An alabaster doll for the little maid while she waxes and wanes through the blood of the moon
 And camouflaged smocks for the purest of pure, a masculine mark, and the flag of their shame
 And I kiss the lips of the smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow

 And where shall I go back there and back, furthest and far, to the edge of the shore
 The snow falls thick his mantle of strength descends with a winter on those in his service
 The snow is the winner
 Message of winter, your hope shall be [bad word]  The lightflame grows dimmer
 Child's laughter ceases on a front with no ending
 Within words with no meaning
 Child's laughter sickens
 Child's fever rages
 Smouldering pages
 Inquisition!
 And I die in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow
 Mighty in sorrow