Letra de Chaos Last Battle

The Messenger is standing at the gate Ready to let go, ready for the crush Too late for whispers, too late for the blush The past is Mercy when the futures glow Kneeling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows The huntings grim for the innocent eyes Communions prey is a cup of sorrows But faith is colours for the humbling cries The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching bands howling Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching bands howling Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight Tonight, fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight