1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. A saintly shrouded man, silhouettes that against the sky. One front where the cloths held high, come to wash my sins away. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Standing alone in the wind and rain, feeling the fear is destroying. In the tension, the tide, I'm dead, caught by the storm that is brewing. Shield the anxiety, hold up the fear, suffer the doubt and the things you believe. Knowledge and faith will be put to the test, nothing to do but await what is coming. Why then is God still protecting me, even when I don't deserve it? Though I am bleak when I've heard a scream, something would call it a penance. Why am I meant to face this trouble, asking the question time and again? 20 years of God won't keep me alive. It's in the hands of the thieves and the liars that we see in the prayers when the moment comes. Though it has to be what it's judged to be. At the guilty I'll bleed when the moment comes, there is nothing to claim. Take your soul away, the sign of the cross. The name of the rose, a fire in the sky, the sign of the cross. Never coming to bring the eternal gain, never bringing us all immortality. Born the king who will serve the world and bless the country in the back of a plane. Take your soul to rest, the sign of the cross. The name of the rose, a fire in the sky, the sign of the cross. The name of the rose, a fire in the sky, the sign of the cross. The name of the rose, a fire in the sky, the sign of the cross. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. The sign of the cross, the name of the rose, a fire in the sky. The sign of the cross, the name of the rose, the sign of the cross. Where's the love of heaven above? She's the dust of the earth below. Heaven sent me shrouded men, come to wash my sins away. Amen.