Faint Lines

The sun's your dress
 The moon's beneath your feet
 And upon your head
 Immortality
 Domination and reign
 Persecution and pain
 For those who stay
 I'm always, all days, in all ways with you
 While we are drifting and falling away
 Can't you see
 The sin's her dress
 The world lies at her feet
 In silk of crimson red
 Idolatry
 The blood of the saints
 Seduces, betrays
 And leads us astray
 I'm always, all days, in all ways with you
 While we are drifting and falling away
 I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling it's true
 The world is drifting and falling away
 Faint lines
 Great signs
 Born in
 The end times
 I'm always, all days, in all ways with you
 While we are drifting and falling away
 I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling it's true
 The world is drifting and falling away
 Faint lines...