If God Were His Name

To thy Holy Room I am destined To sing amongst the choir of Saints Usurper of truth and vanity I am the wolf that hides in your flock By each moment my life is fading To an unknown destination Eyes toward the blackened skies Ever forth I must die The tide will guide me to my rest Toward the setting sun Alone in this I pray tonight To the name of God Between the cross, and the tree of betrayal Lord, look upon my sin All I have built is ruins Which eats away at my soul By these thorns, give me this crown I will gather the souls for the feast My sermon is given with mercy For the Lord's name will not be taken from me The tide will guide me to my rest Toward the setting sun Alone in this I pray tonight To the name of God