He let the halls Bare the wait Tear the black from the grey Hold his hand The father's hand Strive through hailstorm It's only a question A question of faith He let the halls Bare the wait Tear the black from the grey Hold his hand The father's hand Strive through hailstorm It's only a question A question of faith Down and down Like the weaves So find the rhythm Or be swept away Down and down Come the stars They're falling Like burning rain God's on his throne Around around his throne Circle the ground Listen to the rhythm of stone He let the halls Bare the wait Tear the black from the grey Hold his hand The father's hand Strive through hailstorm It's only a question A question of faith Down and down Like the weaves So find the rhythm Or be swept away Down and down Come the stars They're falling Like burning rain Hold his hand And clutch his hand Pray for the chasm In the sky Down and down Like the weaves So find the rhythm Or be swept away Down and down Come the stars They're falling Like burning rain