Dear [bad word] sing me a song
 Let the octave belong to the next
 And lifting us soundly back into the world
 May we sing the Earth, Heaven's breath
 Murder murder, you haunt every bone
 But the son you have grown still resists
 Anger anger, you're finally my [bad word]  Through glory of this, Heaven's breath.
 [bad word] ]
 Paradise, has its hunter
 Call me blind, call me fool
 I don't mind chasing thunder
 I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do.

 Dear Believer, I've no cause to go on
 Save for if you take my case
 See the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child
 But I let it all go to my waist
 [bad word] s rooting pigs for my blood
 To stick in my mud, a flag of white
 Dear Believer, of fire and rebirth
 May we shine the Earth, Heaven's light
 [bad word] 

 Dear [bad word] sing us a song
 Like we sang upon, younger days
 When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child
 'Fore we let it all go to waste.

 Paradise has its hunter
 Call me wise, call me fool
 I don't mind chasing thunder
 I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do

 I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
 Maybe reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do...