Glory

You won't see your old home again

You won't see the old ancient

You will tell yourself it will be okay

You will take the liberty

You will serve the holy sentence

'Til it transpires in your vision

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Will you become the saint you want to be?

Spreading your disease all on one sunny afternoon

Glory be

Flowers, see the flowers growing from his head

Heresy's dare

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?