In times of despair, when all we have learned to trust
Turns to dust
We bow down our heads, awaiting our fate
All too late

We turn to the cross in confusion
We search though it's all an illusion

Saints are falling, rejected from heaven
Abandoned from hell
Angels calling, will we believe, will we fall

In silence we stand, in search for the slightest sign
A waste of time
In time we will find, open our eyes to see, the irony

We turn to the cross in confusion
We search though it's all an illusion

Saints are falling, rejected from heaven
Abandoned from hell
Angels calling, will we believe, will we fall