Carry the Blessed Home

Pale faced, the innocent

Will drown in blood

Hurt and withdrawn.

Don't dare to steal my grief

In this haze of green and gold

He's gone.

Blind my eyes

And I still

Can see through the mist

To the very end

There I'll face

What I fear the most.

Blind my eyes

But it all doesn't matter

Right now.

I would bury my dead

And keep on

'Til the end

I won't give up

I won't give up

I'll turn

To the "red fields of none"

There's a grave

There's a rose.

Drift away

I can hear me say

Soon you all shall be free.

Carry the blessed home

No one's left here but me

And I'll sing out your name.

You call me insane, I know.

I've open my heart

And my soul to you son

So pale turns the innocence

And all I feel is pain.

Suddenly I understand

He's gone.

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist...

But it all doesn't matter

Right now

Carry the blessed home

No one's left here but me

And I'll sing out your name.

Driven insane?

No

What I feared the most

I have faced, and that's truth.

The grey faced is not innocent

Though I cry in dismay

I will follow decay

I'll move on

Is there anyone here

Who knows

How it feels to be wrong?

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist...

But it all doesn't matter

Right now

Matter right now

Matter right now