I saw him on TV

A god with golden blade

The magic in his stance

The melody he played

And sitting on the floor

I was forevermore, changed

I saw him on the stage

A god with auburn hair

The slither in his dance

And vitriolic flair

His aura covered me

His flower of disease

And standing in the crowd

My spirit screamed aloud, yeah

Light your candles and bend your knees, you have to pray

As the clear runs red

Pull the skin from my body, babe it’s only bread

This is your watershed

Though many years have passed

This sunburst sword still yearns to burn against my hand

Seraphim’s third degree

Six strings and wings to bind me

And stricken from God’s throne

I want it for my own, yeah

Light your candles and bend your knees, you have to pray

As the clear runs red

Pull the skin from my body, babe it’s only bread

This is your watershed

To look upon God’s face

Is a holy act of reverence

You can wish to take His place

But you might find out, you’re cut

From a different cloth

When you get older

Look over your shoulder

For the man

You promised yourself you’d endeavour to become

So when you get older

Look over your shoulder

For the man

You promised yourself you would become

Now that you’re older

Look over your shoulder

Where’s that man

You promised to heaven you’d never quite become

Now that you’re older

Look over your shoulder

Where’s the man

You promised to you’d never quite become

Light your candles and bend your knees, you have to pray

As the clear runs red

Let the clear turn red

Pull the skin from my body, babe it’s only bread

This is your watershed, ah

Blow your candles and straight your knees, it’s time to pray

Let the clear turn red

Kiss the golden blade

And break the bread from your body, babe it’s only bread

This is your watershed

This is your watershed, ah

This is your watershed

Let the clear turn red

This is your watershed