How can you be sleeping when it's like weapons crash?All us cry for mercy and soul festOh!Oh!Who of us is cursed?Or do we have to ask?Search your souls and hold fastIf no one speaks a wordThen let the light be castTruth be told and hold fastWhite death, wings and black skies* your maker's wrathFear and flames of angerFear and flames of angerClimb the crooked mastYou will yet be baptizedSteeped in shadow glassSing and sing your answerAnd hold fastStrong arms grip your shouldersLike dead hands of the pastPray and singAs you're tossed overPray and singAs you're tossed overHis breath could be your lastHis breath could be your lastQuiet and coldQuiet and coldSilent and slowSilent and slowSilent and slowSilent and slowNight black as goldWas it beforeFind your faith and dive deepThe living king which passedLies with death and ivoryIt's allVastAllVastDeep beneath the back doorsLeaks from blood and fleshRims will raise cathedralsFor the morning massDeal yourself in shacklesRoll your heart in ashScrape your skin with sorrowAnd don'tVastAllRims will raise cathedralsFor the morning massScrape your skin with sorrowCross your heart and hold fastHoldHold fastHoldHold fastHold fastHold fastHold fastHold fastHold fast