The sun's your dress The moon's beneath your feet And upon your head Immortality Domination and reign Persecution and pain For those who stay I'm always, all days, in all ways with you While we are drifting and falling away Can't you see The sin's her dress The world lies at her feet In silk of crimson red Idolatry The blood of the saints Seduces, betrays And leads us astray I'm always, all days, in all ways with you While we are drifting and falling away I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling it's true The world is drifting and falling away Faint lines Great signs Born in The end times I'm always, all days, in all ways with you While we are drifting and falling away I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling it's true The world is drifting and falling away Faint lines...