Besedila: King Swamp. The Sacrament.

Standing here by the waterside,
The night you left and the tears we cried,
But I'm not waiting at the bitter end,
I'm looking out for a brand new friend.

Solitude and a searching eye,
A heart of stone and a book of lies,
She hears the voices on the rushing wind,
She is waiting for it to begin.
She knows

IN THE BLACKEST NIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST STAR,
IN THE DARKEST FEAR BEATS THE BRAVEST HEART,
IN THE CRY OF A CHILD IS THE POWER OF US ALL,
WHO WILL ANSWER WHEN YOU HEAR THE CALL?

Back to basics, back to the start,
Back to basics, back to the start.

Walk with me through the long black night,
We keep the unholy out of sight,
I get the Sacrament from your lips,
I get redemption at your fingertips.

IN THE BLACKEST NIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST STAR,
IN THE DARKEST FEAR BEATS THE BRAVEST HEART,
IN THE CRY OF A CHILD IS THE POWER OF US ALL,
WHO WILL ANSWER WHEN YOU HEAR THE CALL?