Sanoja: October Project. Dark Time.

What dark time is coming, what dark time is here
The prophet emerges in garments of fear
He calls to his people to come to the feast
They gather unto him to wait for release
Alleluia

Remember the warnings, forget what you're told
The heart of the temple is hollow and cold
The face of the prophet is tired and creased
He raises his cup and falls to his knees

Come take my body, come take my soul
Come take me over, I want to be whole
Come take my body, come take my soul

We stand in a circle, we stand in the square
The power of numbers, the power of prayer
The churches are empty, the priest has gone home
And we are left standing, together alone

Come take my body, come take my soul
Come take me over, I want to be whole
Come take my body, come take my soul

Come rhythm, come silence, come into our shame
The fear has no heart and the fear has no name
Come sing alleluia, come sing domine
Come sing alleluia, come sing

Come take my body, come take my soul
Come take me over, I want to be whole
Come take my body, come take my soul