I call upon Joan of Arc
Her torch above lighting the dark
I call upon Saint Michael
I call upon the archangel

Will I have my place on the wall of saints?
Cause I’ve seen her face Virgin Mary’s grace has led me home

I call upon the chariot
I call upon the past unbury it
In confessional
I say father I’m just trying to save the world

Will I have my place on the wall of saints?
Cause I’ve seen her face Virgin Mary’s grace has led me home
Will I be carved in stone? Sit on the twelve thrones ?
Will they save my bones? Have tapestries sewn?

May the ones who carried world
illuminate the path worth walking through
We the ones who buried the world
Will rejuvenate, and all will be new x3

Will I have my place on the wall of saints
Cause I’ve seen her face Virgin Mary’s grace has led me home
Will I be carved in stone? Sit on the twelve thrones
Will they save my bones? Have tapestries sewn