Sign of the Cross

Eleven saintly shrouded men, silhouettes stand against the sky
One in front with a cross held high, come to wash my sins away
Standing alone in the wind and rain,
Feeling the fear that is growing
Sensing the change in the tide again,
Brought by the storm that is brewing.
Feel the anxiety hold off the fear,
Some of the doubt in the things you believe
Now that your faith will be put to the test,
Nothing to do but await what is coming.
Why then is God still protecting me,
Even when I don’t deserve it
Though I am blessed with an inner strength,
Some they would call it a penance.
Why am I meant to face this alone,
Asking the question time and again
Praying to God won’t keep me alive,
Inside my head feel the fear start to rise.
They’ll be saying their prayers when the moment comes
There’ll be penance to pay when it’s judgment day
And the guilty’ll bleed when that moment comes
They’ll be coming to claim, take your soul away
The sign of the cross, the name of the rose
A fire in the sky, the sign of the cross
They’ll be coming to bring the eternal flame
They’ll be bringing us all immortality
Holding communion so the world be blessed
My creator, my God lay my soul to rest
Lost the love of heaven above, chose the lust of the earth below
Eleven saintly shrouded men, came to wash my sins away