Lyrics Even The Saint Knew Their Hour Of - The Body

Even The Saint Knew Their Hour Of

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem
to be born.
Look at the cross.
Look at the void.
Even the Saints knew their hour of failure and loss.
Lifeless plains, birthing dust.
Hands of gods useless and impotent.
One billion papery tongues.
Forever unknowing.