The messenger is standing at the gate Ready to let go, Ready for the crush Too late for whispers, Too late for the blush The past is mercy, When the future is aglow Kneeling jury, Dressed in a cloak of shadows The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes Communion's pray is a cup of sorrows With failure's scars, For the humbling cries The pilgrims are gathering the marching band, The marching band's howling Compassion is the flag a righteous man, A righteous man will hold The pilgrims are gathering the marching band, The marching band's howling Compassion is the flag a righteous man, A righteous man will hold The spirit is over town, Waiting for me to hit the floor Blooming whites can't fool the voice of one calling tonight Tonight faith is the red crown, The red crown around your door Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight