The Messenger
[00:23.04] The Messenger is standing at, standing at the gate
[00:28.35] Ready to let go, ready for the crush, the Messenger
[00:33.66] Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
[00:39.24] The past is Mercy when the future's glow (won't you let it go)
[00:45.08] Kneeling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows
[00:50.13] The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
[00:55.97] Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows
[01:01.55] But faith is colours for the humbling cries
[01:07.13] The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
[01:12.44] Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
[01:18.02] Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
[01:23.60] Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight
[01:50.96] The avenger is roaming through, roaming through the land
[01:56.27] Ready for the clash, for the lasting gash, the avenger
[02:01.85] Mothers kissing sons with a staff in hands
[02:07.16] The bride is shining when the groom is gold (won't you let it go)
[02:13.01] Shouting worship choked in a wave of silver
[02:18.32] The offering's grief for Deceiver's pride,
[02:23.63] Salvation man is a cup of fire
[02:29.21] But hope is the star on a morning tide
[02:34.52] The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
[02:40.37] Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
[02:45.68] Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
[02:51.26] Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight
[03:18.61] The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howling
[03:24.19] Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
[03:29.51] The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howling
[03:35.08] Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
[03:40.66] The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
[03:45.97] Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
[03:51.55] Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
[03:57.13] Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight
