Eleventh Hour

Jan:

So little hope, there's nothing I can do
So little time, the sands are running low
Nowhere to flee
He's been here all along

A shield of Faith for me - I have to try
Salvation's cost for me can't be too high

I remain a wealthy man, that can open doors for me
Connections made and favours bought throughout the Holy See

It's Brother Jan the errant lamb come home now
I tried to pray whilst led astray, you know how

Clergy:

The cravings of a sinful man, in love with the world
Vanity and pleasure were false concerns
Taking in pride in ownership, your values counterfeit
Can you repent, can you aspire to grace?

Jan:

Avoid eternal torment I'll give everything I own
rebuild your church, your Abbey too if you can save my soul

It's Brother Jan the errant lamb come home now
I tried to pray whilst led astray, you know how

Clergy:

Sincerest contrition true in all you say
Real remorse, regret your sinful ways
Entrusting our church alone with all your worldly wealth
We'll keep you safe beyond your final day

Jan:

I repent, help me cleanse these hands
Please take me back, don't let him take me down
Am I condemned? I sense him drawing near...

The Devil (Old Crockern):

Stand firm Jan Tregeagle, remember, you are a proud man
The church cannot save you, muttering prayers over scented candles
For that you need real faith`
All your wealth, your power, your influence, your countless sins and
shameless vanity
Reckon well Jan Tregeagle, reckon well
This will be their price`

See the sun dims to black, see the stars fall to earth
Eternity, Obsidian night, you knew the price

Dozmary Pool, the blood red moon
Your Lake of Fire

Godforsaken, Godforsaken, for evermore

Here you toil, for evermore

Jan:

Alone again as so often in my life, demons torment me now
endlessly...all my own making I concede
Vanity and sinfulness made a slave of me
Recognition's what I craved, a place in history for my name
But infamy is all I achieved
Yes Infamy is all I achieved

So it goes on... it goes on and on,
toiling by this Lake of Fire
still it goes on

Despairing Cries, this Endless NIght
Jan Tregeagle's pain, is there nothing more?
For me...?

So it goes on, it goes on and on, Eternity in Hell, it goes on
Hear despairing cries on Winter nights, Jan Tregeagle's pain will
echo evermore

My name is known for evermore