Cross Pointe

I stare facing the castle under gleaming skies
A champion arose from the storm
As St. Vincent blew me a kiss. This lust I have
No desire for the bodies near the iron door
I avert my eyes as I begin to stumble
Losing my breath as the cold presses my face
I fear (?)

Follow me, follow me to our destiny
Follow me, follow me to our destiny
I take a step toward you and feel your hands conjoin
I will follow you, I will follow you to the Cross Pointe
I will follow you

Multiple ways to Cross Pointe, the many ways it leads
The champion will fall to his knees
As we march to a victorious beat until the rains fall
And the floods come and wash us, under Cross Pointe

This endless journey in a suffering time
This joyous meaning has been lost in crime
The amazing feelings we once felt now are swallowed by the champion

Multiple ways to Cross Pointe, the many ways to die
The champion drowns within these waters
As our helpless doubt became a final smile
Cross Pointe cemetery gates are welcoming
Cross Pointe (?) and divine
Cross Pointe
Cross Pointe

Multiple ways to endure it
Multiple ways to Cross Pointe
Multiple ways to endure it
Multiple ways to Cross Pointe

The many ways it leads, the champion remains dethroned
Multiple ways to endure it, multiple ways to Cross Pointe
Cross Pointe, oh
As (?) float at the bottom of the sky
(?)