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