| Eleven saintly shrouded men
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| Silhouettes stand against the sky
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| One in front with a cross held high
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| Come to wash my sins away
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| Standing alone in the wind and rain
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| Feeling the fear that is growing
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| Sensing the change in the tide again
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| Brought by the storm that is brewing
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| Feel the anxiety hold off the fear
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| Some of the doubt in the things you believe
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| Now that your faith will be put to the test
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| Nothing to do but await what is coming
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| Why then is God still protecting me
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| Even when I don’t deserve it?
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| Though I am blessed with an inner strength
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| Some, they would call it a penance
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| Why am I meant to face this alone?
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| Asking the question time and again
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| Praying to God won’t keep me alive
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| Inside my head, feel the fear start to rise
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| They’ll be saying their prayers when the moment comes
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| There’ll be penance to pay when it’s Judgment Day
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| And the guilty’ll bleed when that moment comes
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| They’ll be coming to claim, take your soul away
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| The sign of the cross
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| The name of the rose
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| A fire in the sky
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| The sign of the cross
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| They’ll be coming to bring the eternal flame
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| They’ll be bringing us all immortality
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| Holding communion so the world be blessed
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| My creator, my God’ll lay my soul to rest
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| The sign of the cross
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| The name of the rose
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| A fire in the sky
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| The sign of the cross
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| Lost the love of heaven above
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| Chose the lust of the earth below
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| Eleven saintly shrouded men
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| Came to wash my sins away |