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 victim's agonies
Were swallowed by our eyes of decease

... Watching, beholding, reflecting the pain..