The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go,
Ready for the crush

Too late for whispers,
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy,
When the future is aglow

Kneeling jury,
Dressed in a cloak of shadows
The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
Communion's pray is a cup of sorrows
With failure's scars,
For the humbling cries

The pilgrims are gathering the marching band,
The marching band's howling
Compassion is the flag a righteous man,
A righteous man will hold
The pilgrims are gathering the marching band,
The marching band's howling
Compassion is the flag a righteous man,
A righteous man will hold

The spirit is over town,
Waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming whites can't fool the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight faith is the red crown,
The red crown around your door
Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight