Eleven saintly shrouded men
Silhouettes stand against the sky
One in front with a cross held [bad word] to wash my sins away

Standing alone in the wind and rain
Feeling the fear that is growing
Sensing the change in the tide again
Caught by the storm that is brewing
Feel the anxiety hold off the fear
Some of the doubt in the things you believe
Now that your faith will be put to the test
Nothing to do but await what [bad word] 
Why then is god still protecting me
Even when I don't deserve it
Though I am blessed with an inner strength
Some they would call it a penance
Why am I meant to face this alone
Asking the question time and again
Praying to God won't keep me alive
Inside my head feel the fear start to rise...

They'll be saying their prayers
when the [bad word] There'll be penance to pay when it's judgement day
And the guilty'll bleed when the [bad word] They'll [bad word] to claim,
take your soul away

The sign of the cross
The name of the rose...
a fire in the sky
The sign of the cross

They'll [bad word] to bring the eternal flame
They'll be bringing us all immortality [bad word] so the world be blessed
My creator my God'll lay my soul to rest
 [bad word] 

Lost the love of heaven above
Chose the lust of the earth below
Eleven saintly shrouded men
Came to wash my sins away