The Old One Knows

Sadly we stand, looking at this dying church.
The old man knows his heaven, we can only search.
The child beside him’s asking — will you help me now?
The child beside him’s asking — will you help me now?
She said — please help me now!
But he stands unable.
Signs already flashing, the future is shown.
But on this path of terror, the old one to us comes.
He stands alone and watching, if you believe he knows.
He stands alone and watching, if you believe he knows.
He say — give me your faith,
And I’ll give you freedom.
Sooner than tomorrow, we’ll feel the quake of wrath.
Time will not be given for him to choose our path.
This is just me singing, for future and for hope.
This is just me singing, for future and hope.
I say — please help me now!
This is my dream.