Blessed

be

the

tai-

lors

The

masks

are

cut

to

fit

Blessed

be

the

wood-

work-

ers

The

cros-

ses

and

the

gal-

lows

Blessed

be

the

for-

gers

of

i-

ron

And

the

spikes

and

the

barb-

wire

Blessed

be

the

stone

cut-

ters

It

took

a

quar-

ry

to

bu-

ry

the

dreams

Blessed

be

the

mi-

se-

ry,

the

filth,

the

dis-

cord

and

the

hor-

ror

Blessed

be

the

lies,

the

guilt,

the

fear,

the

woe

and

the

be-

tra-

yal

For

these

ones

di-

dn't

need

a-

ny

out-

side

source

For

these

ones

come

from

with-

in

And

here

it

is

Grown

from

with-

in

An

in-

vin-

ci-

ble

strong-

hold

A-

dorned

with

death

A

suit

of

shin-

ing

ar-

mour

Re-

placed

the

skin

And

cal-

li-

graphed

sins

Are

as

coat

of

arms

Hol-

low