The messenger is standing at
Standing at the gate
Ready to let go, ready for the [bad word] The messenger

Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
The past is mercy, and the future's glow
Kneeling jury dressed in a cloak of shadows
The hunting's grim for the innocent [bad word] s prey is a cup of sorrows
That fade its colors, for the humbling cries

*Припев:
[ The spirit is over town
Waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming whites can't fool the voice of war calling tonight
Tonight face the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight ]

The avenger is roaming through
Roaming through the land
Ready for the clash for the lasting gash
The avenger

Mothers kissing sons, when (where?) stuffing hands
The bride is shining when the groom is gold
Shining worship choked in a wave of silver
The offering's grim for decievers cry
Salvation of man (then?) is a cup of fire
But hope is the star for the morning tide

*Припев

The pilgrims are gathering in the marching band
The marching bands howl [bad word] is the flag... a righteous man
righteous man will hold

The pilgrims are gathering in the marching band
The marching bands howl [bad word] is the flag... a righteous man
righteous man will hold

*Припев