Sisters of the son who want to know the ne'er

Bring love to all who still press on

Hold to see just one more wrong

One more time

One more time

They state their penalties and hide the aweful truth

Where they peer and in much to prove

To build tributes to a better you

Depend on matron saints and come to here for me

With no oh breeze to bear more strife

Bring in air two holes maybe

He holds his women dear not your man of stone

Purest soul n'sullied names

Build the things that we can home