Besedila: Dustin Kensrue. Weary Saints.

For years we fought the night
With pale and ghostly flames
Some still dream of light
So the sun will rise again

We'll cure our need for wrongs
In cool and measured crime
We'll learn to drift in palm
From our hearts and from our minds

Let us not be faithless
You will meet our needs
A good and gracious wordless
Will lamp unto our feet

For years we've closed our eyes
While rust on reason grows
Feed and clothe our lies
In our hearts we know, yeah, we know

Wisdom lends us all
Cool and steady hand
Steel pressed to my palm
Doesn't make me more a man

So courage for the givers
Do what must be done
To deal out truth and justice
With swift and sober guns

For years you met our thirst
Still deserts we have roamed
We'll be done with dust and dirt
When the ocean calls us home

And fall into the arms
Of a cool and sweet embrace
And under stars and waving palms
Shed our sin like snakes

But time will cease to stalk us
Death will be undone
We'll shine with the light of
A thousand blazing suns

Time will cease to stalk us
Death will be undone
We'll shine with the light of
A thousand blazing suns