Part I The Messenger is Standing at the gate. Ready to let go, Ready for the crush. Too late for whispers, Too late for the blush. The past is mercy, When the future's glow. Kneeling journey, Dressed in a cloak of shadows. The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes. Communion's pray is a cup of sorrows. But faith is colors, For the humbling cries. Part II The pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, The marching band's howling. Compassion is the flag a righteous man, A righteous man will hold. The pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, The marching band's howling. Compassion is the flag a righteous man, A righteous man will hold. Part III The spirit is over town, Waiting for me to hit the floor. Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight Tonight fate is the red crown, The red crown around your door. Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.