Final Service

The cloaks are coming
The cloaks are coming, pulled by horses in white
I can hear them chanting
I can hear them casting their voices into the night

The wind is beating me
The wind is beating my conscience into stone
I can hear it calling me
I can hear it taunting me it won't leave me alone

Cover the well
Cover the well so the water stays pure
We'll need it to wash our sins
We'll need it for the children's hands it may be the only cure

The altar has been set
The candles have been lit for the sacrificial one
The trenches have been dug
They're filling up with blood
Commence the transformation!

I used to say that it would all be okay
Even while I watched you shake
Now I know we're at the end of the road its all the same

I'll tell myself that I'll trust them again
That in time I'll find my faith
But now I know we're at the end of the road its all the same