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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

Based upon "Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness" by John Donne - 1571-1631