Eleven saintly shrouded men 
Silhouettes stand against the sky 
One in front with a cross held high [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