The Cross(Still Stands For Pain)

hidden chapel... face the eyes of cold gazing strangers
staring at the sin
once again I... I hate to sing with the angels
the ancient songs of what we have seen

if we had known 2000 years ago
the consequence remains evermore
no gift to save, we`re watchers of dismay
repeat the gathering, we gather again

the cross still stands for pain
we trip down memory lane
damnation`s warning one more day
the cross burns in old fire
on a ghost ship led by martyrs
could blindness soothe the ache ?

Corpus Christi, I am paralysed so I´m guilty ?
don`t put the blame on me
done again... I hate to gape at the dying
I hate to be the mirror of the slain

we might have seen the shots on Kennedy
it`s hard to stand before a widowed bride
Atlantic Sea, your victims´ agonies
were swallowed by our eyes of decease

...watching, beholding, reflecting the pain...