HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE DREAM IS BETTER THAN THE WAKING
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DON’T DREAD OUR OWN BODY BREAKING

FROM OUR BED WE CAN SEE THE DARK CLOUDS START TO SEETH RIGHT ABOVE US
AND MY STARE IS HARD AND MY GRIP ON THE KNIFE TIGHTENS

HOLY, HOLY

LETHE, THE ONLY ONE FROM WHICH WE DRINK THE WATER
HELP US FORGET WHEN WE DRINK AND FEEL THE STRENGTH OF THE MOMENT

WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE SUCH VESSELS OF PHYSICAL FORM
MAY OUR BODIES COME TO KNOW THE TRUE FILLINGS OF THE SPIRIT OF FIRE

HOLY, HOLY

YOU DOUBT AND YOU’RE DESPERATE YOU WEAR BOTH YOUR CROSS AND YOUR HAMMER
SUCH BEAUTIFUL DREAMS OF VIOLENCE IN THEM YOUR TONGUE IS MADE OF SILVER

BUT WE DON’T FIGHT LIKE ANIMALS WE FIGHT AS MEN
NO WE DON’T FIGHT LIKE MEN – WE FIGHT LIKE GODS

HOLY, HOLY

WE DON’T FIGHT LIKE ANIMALS WE FIGHT AS MEN
NO WE DON’T FIGHT LIKE MEN – WE FIGHT LIKE GODS