It's with eagerness I wait, For the dawn to herald,
The new horizons, that await, At the altar of your doors.
The seconds seem long, the minutes longer
The past seems dearer, the future distant
For all it feels, my feets push along
For the final step, to the altar.
Falter thy feets? Falter thy soul?
Altar benocks, falter thy dawn?
Falter thy dreams, falter thy hope
Altar benocks, altar benocks.
The new horizons, that await, At the altar of your doors.
The seconds seem long, the minutes longer
The past seems dearer, the future distant
For all it feels, my feets push along
For the final step, to the altar.
Altar benocks, falter thy dawn?
Falter thy dreams, falter thy hope
Altar benocks, altar benocks.
