There
In the seventh seal
The conception hides
And waits to be revealed
You
You wonït run away
You wonït be saved
In your life youïll be left to bleed

There
In the revelation of john
The salvation dwells
And waits to be born
You
You wonït hide yourself
You wonït escape
Youïll go insane to pay honour to god

Thatïs how weïre feeding on your pain
Thereïs no power in us left to gain
Thatïs how the chorale is being sung
By the ones lacking in faith