The Messenger is standing at, standing at the gatenReady to let go, ready for the crush, the MessengernToo late for whispers, too late for the blushnThe past is mercy when the future's glow (wont you let it go)nnKneeling journey dressed in the cloak of shadowsnThe hunting's grim for the innocent eyesnCommunion spray is a cup of sorrowsnBut faith is colours for the humbling criesnnThe Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floornBlooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonightnTonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your doornTime is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylightnnThe avenger is roaming through, roaming through the landnReady for the clash, for the lasting gash, the avengernMothers kissing sons with a staff in handsnThe bride is shining when the groom is gold (wont you let it go)nnShouting worship choked in a wave of silvernThe offering's grief for Deceiver's pride,nSalvation man is a cup of firenBut hope is the star on a morning tidennThe Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floornBlooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonightnTonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your doornTime is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylightnnThe Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howlingnCompassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will holdnThe Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howlingnCompassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will holdnnThe Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floornBlooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonightnTonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your doornTime is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight