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.