To thy Holy Room I am destined
To sing amongst the choir of Saints
Usurper of truth and vanity
I am the wolf that hides in your flock
By each moment my life is fading
To an unknown destination
Eyes toward the blackened skies
Ever forth I must die
The tide will guide me to my rest
Toward the setting sun
Alone in this I pray tonight
To the name of God
Between the cross, and the tree of betrayal
Lord, look upon my sin
All I have built is ruins
Which eats away at my soul
By these thorns, give me this crown
I will gather the souls for the feast
My sermon is given with mercy
For the Lord's name will not be taken from me
The tide will guide me to my rest
Toward the setting sun
Alone in this I pray tonight
To the name of God