THE MESSANGER
The Messenger is standing at, standing at the gate
Ready to let go, ready for the crush, the Messenger
Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
The past is mercy when the future's glow (Won't you let it go)

Kneeling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows
The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows
But faith is colours for humbling cries

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 Avenger is roaming through, roaming through the land
Ready for the clash, for the lasting gash, the Avenger
Mother's kissing sons with a staff in hands
The bride is shining when the groom is gold (Won't you let it go)

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

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 Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band
The marching band's howling
Compassion is the flag a righteous man
A righteous will hold
The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band
The marching band's howling
Compassion is the flag a righteous man
A righteous 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