Calling the Weary Home Lyrics

Darkened path, moonlit sky
Howling winds break the deafening silence
Lifeless shapes tower over me
Backlit against a bruised horizon
The sun offered me little solace
But even it has withdrawn from this night’s bitterness
All about me, the voices whisper
The voices of those that appear in the darkness
Chanting in tongues unbeknownst to me
Painting horrifically aesthetic pictures in the blackness
I tremble in the midst of these terrors
But I refuse to abort my journey homewards

This blood that runs in me is not mine
It was given to me on the Cross
It drives me onward through the grim, unfeeling night
Calling the weary home