The Messenger

The Messenger is standing at,
Standing at the gate.
Ready to let go,
Ready for the crush.
The Messenger.

Too late for whispers,
Too late for the blush.
The past is mercy,
When the future's glow.
(Won’t you let it go?)

Kneeling journey,
Dressed in a cloak of shadows.
The hunting’s grim for the innocent eyes.
Communion’s pray is a cup of sorrows.
(But faith is colours)
But faith is colours,
For the humbling cries.

The spirit is over town,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time’s scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.

The Avenger is roaming through,
Roaming through the land.
Ready for the clash,
For the lasting gash.
The Avenger.

Mothers kissing sons,
With a staff in hands.
The bride is shining,
When the groom is gold.
(Won’t you let it go?)

Shining worship choked in a wave of silver.
The offering's grief for Deceiver's pride.
Salvation man is a cup of fire.
(But hope is the star.)
But hope is the star,
on a morning tide.

The spirit is over town,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time’s scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.

The pilgrims are gathering and the marching band,
The marching band’s howling.
Compassion is the flag a righteous man,
righteous man will hold.
The pilgrims are gathering and the marching band,
The marching band’s howling.
Compassion is the flag a righteous man,
righteous man will hold.

The spirit is over town,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time’s scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.