Last Rites (There Is No Sky) in Undercover

Cathedral tall, Cathedral wide
Grace provides a place to hide
Hour of evil, hour of sin
Open up the gates and let me in

Hour of anger
Pray to die
Ours is anguish
There is no sky

Robes sweep cobblestone brick
Rosary beads and pictures
Hour of fear, the hour of danger
Holy chants, the sounds of angels
mother, Father, sister, Son
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

Hour of anger
Pray to die
Ours is anguish
There is no sky

Last Rites:
Nothing really matters
Come close to me
Incense burning
Pour the oil on me