On bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes 
Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red 
We pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth 
To cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with church bell battles 
And then I lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 

When did I stand before I touched the shadows of this life that touch the dark and dream of ice 
An endless winter in this dogday-age, I kiss the cross but dream of wars 
A bagatelle for a massacre or wars of fire were build to last 
Old men die and stone will turn to stone 
And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 

Immaculate heart of immaculate love a tawdry scarecrow for a tarnished crown 
His five wounds bleed but only on his throne, his toothless smile cuts wide across his face 
And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 

And what shall I receive a little drum to beat when I march with scorched earth's steps 
A rocking horse for a little warrior to trample around and down from fields of rape 
An alabaster doll for the little maid while she waxes and wanes through the blood of the moon 
And camouflaged smocks for the purest of pure, a masculine mark, and the flag of their shame 
And I kiss the lips of the smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 

And where shall I go back there and back, furthest and far, to the edge of the shore 
The snow falls thick his mantle of strength descends with a winter on those in his service 
The snow is the winner 
Message of winter, your hope shall be crushed 
The lightflame grows dimmer 
Child's laughter ceases on a front with no ending 
Within words with no meaning 
Child's laughter sickens 
Child's fever rages 
Smouldering pages 
Inquisition! 
And I die in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow 
Mighty in sorrow