Tales of heroes, gods, and battles won In the heart, where faith and myth are one Robed in white, the faithful come to kneel Seeking truths that ancient whispers reveal Hands are raised, a testament of praise Lifting spirits, in the olden ways In my soul, cries the voice of ages past They sing hymns in the shadow of His grace Choirs echo in the halls of sanctity As they chant the holy tales of old A gentle breeze bears the prayers unto the skies To soothe the sorrows that we bear for love divine Marble stones (marble stones) In cathedral's embrace Witness to the faithful's solemn tears Olive branches, peace and offerings In the glow of candles' hallowed fears Kyrie eleison, our reverent plea Grace descending, like a sacred dove In the silence, hear His voice of love Stained glass stories bathe us in their light Testimony burning, oh so bright Pyres of devotion, in the evening flame We find solace, chanting His holy name In this temple, where the divine and mortal align