Tell me now, where you're going

Walking slowly into wind

No light in your eyes, blood on your hands

The light around you seems to bend

Stepping slowly, between the pews

Softly mouthing a forgotten hymn

Tell me just what you expect

From angels of you're righteous sin.

Tell me now, blessed soldier

Where you think you're goin' to.

With wings of lead and a soul of ash

What can you even hope to do?

Even dragging swords behind

And even though you cry

Blessed light will shine upon you

Even after the body dies.