The avenger is roaming through the land
Ready for the clash, for the lasting gash
Mothers kissing sons with a staff in hands
The bride is shining when the groom is gold 

The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight 

Shouting worship choked in a wave of silver
The offering's grief for Deceiver's pride,
Salvation man is a cup of fire
But hope is the star on a morning tide
But hope is the star on a morning tide

The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's [bad word] is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's [bad word] is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold 

The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight 

The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight 

The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight