Testo di Last Rites (There Is No Sky)

Cathedral tall, Cathedral wide Grace provides a place to hide Hour of evil, hour of sin Open up the gates and let me in Hour of anger Pray to die Ours is anguish There is no sky Robes sweep cobblestone brick Rosary beads and pictures Hour of fear, the hour of danger Holy chants, the sounds of angels mother, Father, sister, Son Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done Hour of anger Pray to die Ours is anguish There is no sky Last Rites: Nothing really matters Come close to me Incense burning Pour the oil on me