Death Holy Death

I heard hallelujah
Just one last time
Your tired faces
They are worn by sorrow
Our sadness is worn
Like a gift from God
O death, holy death
You cast us in grace

And these are the days
We borrow in place
What martyrs cloak
You have draped across these city walls
And wear the mask
The passing of time
We all fall to dust
And echo finally one last time

What ships they pass
Through the eye of the storm
To reach this final place

So hold your children tight, cradle them dear
To the grave, we march
We are pilgrims to the night
We step into
The void of

Into the night, the soul so brave
With barren earth, his soul endured
This barren earth, this barren earth
And we, and we are
Pilgrims