Cobbled road, cobbled way, dark as pitch, grey mist swirling

Something lightly treading, this way comes

Could be the bobby on his beat, torch probe a-curling

Along the dead-end alley between the slums

Crash! The Stygian hand, against my brow

Unholy tempter, with confrontation face

I proffer cross of comfort, defiant exorcism

No starting gun to join this hoary devil's race

Symbol of faith, symbol of sacrifice

Icon of glory, graven in gold

Alpha, Omega, and all things between

Strength to the bearer, good grace to behold

Glimpse of peace and grasp of last hope divine

In the gathering dusk, when nightlights dim

Give firm resolve in times of desperation

As spectral visitants in life's dark corridor swim

Symbol of faith, symbol of sacrifice

Icon of glory, graven in gold

Alpha, Omega, and all things between

Strength to the bearer, good grace to behold

Cobbled roadway, dark as pitch, grey mist swirling

Something lightly treading, this way comes

Could be the bobby on his beat, torch probe a-curling

Along the dead-end alley between the slums

Crash! The Stygian hand, against my brow

Unholy tempter, with confrontation face

I proffer cross of comfort, defiant exorcism

No starting gun to join this hoary devil's race