[00:30.180]The moon has traced this path ten thousand times across the vaulted stone
[00:36.420]A silent psalm for all the mortal warmth these ancient veins have known
[00:45.000]I am the keeper of the dust, the watcher in the nave
[00:51.630]Bound to the beauty of the night, a master and a slave
[01:01.080]Oh, this eternal vigil, a sacrament of shade!
[01:06.420]I drink the memory of the sun that every dawn has made!
[01:11.430]To dance with ghosts in candlelight, to hold what time erodes...
[01:27.720]I recall the scent of roses from a garden long consumed
[01:35.160]The echo of a promise that the centuries have doomed
[01:42.300]Now I preside in silence, as the stained glass saints look down
[01:48.750]Upon this king of emptiness, in his cathedral town
[01:58.380]Oh, this eternal vigil, a sacrament of shade!
[02:04.320]I drink the memory of the sun that every dawn has made!
[02:09.360]To dance with ghosts in candlelight, to hold what time erodes...
[02:54.810]Is this my heaven or my hell, this never- ending mass?
[02:59.550]To see perfection in the light... and watch it turn to glass?
[03:08.130]To thirst for just onemoment's grace, to truly feel the nails...
[03:16.440]And find within this perfect form, a soul that slowly fails...
[03:28.620]Oh, this eternal vigil! A sacrament of shade!
[03:34.830]I drink the memory of the sun that every dawn has made!
[03:39.570]To dance with ghosts in candlelight, to hold what time erodes...
[03:49.110]A crown of shadows... a hymn... to the void...
[03:52.110]Amen...

The moon has traced this path ten thousand times across the vaulted stone
A silent psalm for all the mortal warmth these ancient veins have known
I am the keeper of the dust, the watcher in the nave
Bound to the beauty of the night, a master and a slave
Oh, this eternal vigil, a sacrament of shade!
I drink the memory of the sun that every dawn has made!
To dance with ghosts in candlelight, to hold what time erodes...
I recall the scent of roses from a garden long consumed
The echo of a promise that the centuries have doomed
Now I preside in silence, as the stained glass saints look down
Upon this king of emptiness, in his cathedral town
Oh, this eternal vigil, a sacrament of shade!
I drink the memory of the sun that every dawn has made!
To dance with ghosts in candlelight, to hold what time erodes...
Is this my heaven or my hell, this never- ending mass?
To see perfection in the light... and watch it turn to glass?
To thirst for just onemoment's grace, to truly feel the nails...
And find within this perfect form, a soul that slowly fails...
Oh, this eternal vigil! A sacrament of shade!
I drink the memory of the sun that every dawn has made!
To dance with ghosts in candlelight, to hold what time erodes...
A crown of shadows... a hymn... to the void...
Amen...