Final Service

The cloaks are coming
The cloaks are coming
All 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'd all be okay
Even while I watched it shake
Now I know that at the end of the road
It's all the same
I tell myself that I'll trust again
In time I'll find my faith
Now I know that at the end of the road
It's all the same