Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons
Then how can I trust a carpenter's hands?

Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons
Then how can I trust a carpenter's hands?

Those aged hands
Those calloused hands
Those hands that I punctured


If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war
If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war

The war...

Now we walk and march, on and on

We walk and march, on and on

I never thought that this journey would take me so long

Would take me so long
I thought that I should have been home by now


The reigning of the wicked: back down!
The reigning of the wicked...
The reigning of the wicked: back down!

The reigning of the wicked...
The reigning of the...